a thought.
I love studying Geography because it makes me and all I feel and think seem so insignificant, in the larger and infinitely more magnificent and glorious world out there. It makes me feel like humans are more intricately linked than they appear to be despite prejudice and war and crime, and that life will be happier and better and easier to comprehend with wonderful housing, transport and greenspace solutions and plans.
I love reading and studying Imagining Other Worlds literature, because these poems and plays and novels simply, take me away. They bring me in societies that make me think, because they function differently and create an environment that shapes human behaviour differently. Yet the characters in this genre of literature never do seem to let their basic humanity be changed by an environment so disparate from our own. Does this mean that humans can only be humans? Or does it mean that humans can only perceive humans to be the same everywhere...capable of unconditional love, painfully vulnerable, yet intensely self-serving. These stories, they help me imagine a world that is better, kinder, less menacing, or rather they help me see our world through a wide-angle lens and make everything matter less, because there is so much that has yet to be. So much that could be.
I love cycling and running long distances because all I can think about to keep me going at a steady pace is complicated math problems and when I am done, I have a good shower and collapse on my bed and dream about other worlds where things make less sense and people morph into others without me noticing.
I love grocery shopping at midnight because there are less people, yet so many more intriguing characters; its almost magical.
My point is, that I am an idealist, an escapist, and a dreamer. And thats what makes things more normal and bearable for me in the insanity we call life and all of its heartaches, soul crushing moments where time stops and days when your world crumbles and you sit in your cupboard and sob because there's nothing else left.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
Reinhold Niebuhr
I love reading and studying Imagining Other Worlds literature, because these poems and plays and novels simply, take me away. They bring me in societies that make me think, because they function differently and create an environment that shapes human behaviour differently. Yet the characters in this genre of literature never do seem to let their basic humanity be changed by an environment so disparate from our own. Does this mean that humans can only be humans? Or does it mean that humans can only perceive humans to be the same everywhere...capable of unconditional love, painfully vulnerable, yet intensely self-serving. These stories, they help me imagine a world that is better, kinder, less menacing, or rather they help me see our world through a wide-angle lens and make everything matter less, because there is so much that has yet to be. So much that could be.
I love cycling and running long distances because all I can think about to keep me going at a steady pace is complicated math problems and when I am done, I have a good shower and collapse on my bed and dream about other worlds where things make less sense and people morph into others without me noticing.
I love grocery shopping at midnight because there are less people, yet so many more intriguing characters; its almost magical.
My point is, that I am an idealist, an escapist, and a dreamer. And thats what makes things more normal and bearable for me in the insanity we call life and all of its heartaches, soul crushing moments where time stops and days when your world crumbles and you sit in your cupboard and sob because there's nothing else left.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
Reinhold Niebuhr