As I sit here, preparing for my next class; symphonic melodies playing in my ears, words of a society separated (in every sense) flash before my eyes as I read for my next exam. I can't help but feel dichotomous, fragmented, unsure of where to place my next step, my next thought...
It seems a simple debate that has simply been convoluted over the years. Science and common sense--fact and fiction--theory and hypothesis all tearing at each others throats. There is no conclusion. No simple detail that will solve the query.
Life is complex in it's simplicity. It is short for it's years. We are small for our mass. Our courage is short lived, our breaths limited, our love is often conditional. Down to our very brains-we are divided: two halves suspended--connected only by a bundle of nerves. We are fragile creatures. We break, we bleed, we weep, we fight--we grow only to decay. We blame others for our faults and take credit where none is due. We blame our past, our present, our future, our loves, our losses, our families, our classes, our peers for everything going on around us. Like some miraculous storm that expels rain everywhere, except for exactly where you're standing.
Change is possible but improbable because it's unnerving. One must really have a want to change in order to enact it. One must allow themselves to feel the world they live in--the happiness along with the fear--to truly know their world. Each life is a story some written others not--most abridged for the public. Our secrets we will take to the grave, our shames we will hide: our successes we will exaggerate and our happy faces will be present if not for ourselves than for others.
Welcome to being a human.
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