Random Thoughts/Crap.

HELLO. Dang, I haven't written in a while. Anyway, this blog entry was only written because I was bored, so yeah. It's about some things that I was thinking about that don't mean anything at all. Enjoy.

"Step on a crack, break your mother's back."
HAH! I remember this. I remember when I was just a kid, and whenever I would be on the sidewalk, I would say this. And NEVER, EVER, step on the cracks. Sometimes I did, you know, just for fun. It made me feel adventurous, like I had some sort of power or authority. To break people's backs. :D I thought of this because I realized that, subconsciously, sometimes I do avoid the cracks or grooves in the sidewalk, out of habit. I don't know why. It's just something that I do. This leads me to wonder about the origin of the above term. I know, it's probably just from some kid who was playing around. But what if it wasn't? What if it was about something that happened long ago? Maybe a long long time, centuries ago, a crack opened up in the earth and swallowed up hundreds of people. Maybe this was a warning from a bitter man who had lost his mother. Maybe humans have a natural aversion to cracks. Maybe true, maybe not. Either way, I still avoid cracks every now and then.

I always imagined that each person had an invisible life counter. Like a little clock that's above your head and it shows how much longer you will live. To the second. And if say, you took a puff of a cigarette, the time on your counter ticked just a little faster. If you started eating healthier, maybe that clock would tick a little slower. I always thought that would be cool. You know, if this really did exist, I'm sure people would have better habits. They would never smoke, or drink, or do drugs. But I guess it would cause a lot of paranoia too. Especially if some freak accident is about to happen. Maybe something changes in the future. Maybe your life counter drops down to 3 hours. Then what? Maybe you'll do something radical. Maybe, just maybe, you will do something in those three hours that surprises everyone. Cause you know you will die. So you try to live out your life as best you can. I think this could bring out the best, and the worst, in people. Just something to think about.

I was also thinking about the future. What it would be like. Back then, I remember they made movies about times like now. The 2000's. And it was all futuristic and spacey. And we could fly and had weird clothing. And you look outside, and see that really? We haven't gotten that far. Maybe some technological advances. But nothing major. Life changing. No human-like robots, no cool flying devices. No life counters. Essentially, we live our lives the same as people would 40 years ago. Go to school, do good things, go to university, get a degree, get a job, be successful, get married, have kids. The same goals, the same dreams. I just think we reach a little too high. Dream a little too far. What is it about the future that excites us so much, anyway? Both the near future and the distant future. The near future, because we don't know what will happen, because we have so much power now to decide what will happen. The distant future, also because we don't know, but because we can dream. And maybe if we believe and work hard enough, it'll all come together.

Last thought. Maybe the most important one. About the outside. About beauty. Why has it been so important? Why does appearance impact our lives so much? Is it implanted in our minds, that if something looks better, it is better? Because that is clearly not the case. We know that. We know we shouldn't base our opinions of people, or things, on what they look like. But we do. We can't help it. Maybe it was built in us. Why do we admire the beautiful movie stars, the celebrities, when it's the people around us that are truly an important part of our lives? I guess it started long ago. Even in the Bible. The story of Samson and Delilah. Samson was so lustful of Delilah and her beauty that he disobeyed God. It cost him his life. We naturally gravitate towards the pretty things. That's the goal of some people. To collect as many pretty things as possible. Whether it be people around them or material objects. If it looks nice, somehow, that makes it valuable. Sometimes it's the smaller, less attractive things that truly affect us. I think if we can step back from the values of the world, we can truly become better people.

Maybe, just maybe, when I'm all old and ugly, in the future I'll look back on this, and cracks will have swallowed up half the earth, and my life counter will be slowly ticking down, and my grandchildren will be going to school and going through the same things I'm going through now, I will realize that these random thoughts, this crap, really does mean something. ;)