Today in English, we had a brief discussion on religion, and then afterwards we had a game where we acted like zombies chasing after a human being. It was ridiculously fun. XD Then in Lit(which is, so far, one of the best English classes I have ever had in my life. Although of course, I've had a pretty good history of getting not just good, but absolutely brilliant teachers for English.), we talked about the meaning of life.
In third year science class, for chemistry, we once talked about a photograph of a blue dot in a big black photo of sunbeams. That blue dot was the Earth. In the end, everything that has ever happened, and everything that will ever happen on Earth, is just a goddamn blue dot in the grand scheme of things.
And yet, today, I still remember what it's like to feel wonder at the world. On that tiny blue dot, there were billions upon billions of stories. There was so much life just bursting through. And it makes me think that if the universe is that grand, then there's even more things out there. And it just makes me feel even better about the fact that I like to look at seemingly insignificant things and try to find stories in it.
Maybe in some ways, it also makes me feel sorry for everyone who belittles their life. I honestly will never believe figures like grades and salary matter much. Maybe somehow, they're kinda needed, but I honestly pity people who make it their life. In a world, or maybe to someone else, a fucking dot, that could burst into so much more than just that, people will choose to keep their world a dot. And maybe that's one of the worst ways to live life.
I remember reading about multiverses around a couple of months ago. Yeah, I guess I really am just a crazy idiot, who bought a magazine just for the single article that was featured on the cover page about multiverses. And apparently, each individual condition led to the earth as it is now.
And fucking hell, that's bloody amazing.
Everything that has ever happened. Everything that will ever happen. Could have only happened in this particular universe, the way they did. Because of the mesh of stories. Because maybe, a story isn't just composed of one single arc. It's composed of an infinite amount, all merging at that one particular point which we're reading or experiencing or viewing.
And then, there was the talk about humanity. That while some people say science and logic can take the poetry out of everything, I find that there are some parts of science that I just find so goddamn artistic. The fact that we're carbon-based lifeforms, and that we're made out of the same things diamonds are made out of.
The fact that we're all remnants of a past star. That everyone is made of stardust.
And that just makes me appreciate all the amazing people I have ever met. It also got me wondering about something, since I saw a post about not giving palancas to people.
Maybe in some ways, I feel that it's a shortcoming on someone's part if they feel heavily obligated to give a palanca during a recollection. Because it just shows obligation. Because this is a kind of person who wouldn't let his or her friend know just how valuable they really are to them, or how wonderful they are as people, unless they have an open and easy opportunity to.
I think part of the challenge of friendship is to make it beyond just when it's easy to make someone feel loved.
I guess that's why I like giving random gifts more than gifts on birthdays. Why I like making random thank you tweets at the most random of late nights. Why I make blog entries like this or make seemingly passing comments about how much I actually do care.
Maybe in some ways, people despise me for that. Maybe for some people, traditions and obligations and days where I'm SUPPOSED to show how I care should be the most valuable.
But if people aren't showing things in the little moments and making the most seemingly insignificant days of their lives the ones that really matter, I think that's a failure on your part. And maybe, just maybe, people who expect too much on those obligatory days like their birthday or recollections are a bit full of themselves. Because you shouldn't be friends with people just because they'll make you feel special when you need to feel special.
I'm not sure if this entry made any sense.
I just felt like releasing some random pent-up thoughts right now, and I'm trying to blog more. This is, after all, a blog.
Weee.
In short, I like to believe I've seen where my cynicism and crazy dreamer's side have met.
I believe nothing is a miracle.
And therefore, everything is.
That is all.
-SeMi
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