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My Age in Days
I am 7832 days old.
That’s 1118 weeks and 6 days.
Which is 21 years and 161 days, including 6 leap years*.
(= 21 years, 23 weeks and 0 days.)
In other words, that’s 258 months.
Therefore, I am 21.4 years old.
Things to ponder..
Just a few things I’ve always wondered:
What ever happened to the artists responsible for putting phallic symbols in The Little Mermaid movie and cover art?
Who ever decided that double negative rules also apply to grammar? Saying you could care less implies you could care!
Why would God want us all to follow the same rules and make everything so diverse and different but compatible and harmonious?
Why is it one can only be inhibition free after getting to know someone for an extended period of time?
How can all living things besides humans simply evolve using what ever tact or physical ability to do ruthless things in order to survive yet obliviously end up being able to work so well with its surroundings that its those very things that pick from and destroy each other that become the back and forth motion sustaining the planet?
Why is it I can only communicate in run-on sentences?
Why is it that I feel our species won’t progress until we can be inhibition free around those we’ve just met? Because it’s only when we’re truly being ourselves that the universe is fluid around us and that is when the world and everyday situations are finally clear to you?
Why is it I feel like I have a choice but am just too afraid to do and say exactly how I feel. I sometimes have a hard time understanding myself, so why should I assume everyone else will get me if I simply blurt out every thought that comes to mind just because I’m comfortable enough to do so?
Why is my inner monologue always this back and forth between what I’d like to believe and what I know to be true?
Is this just my way of balancing myself out, or am I constantly conflicted?
Is conflict the only way to find solutions or stay afloat?
If there were no conflict would we all be peaceful organisms working with everything around us like all other animals in all types of ecosystems do, the ones that only take from the earth in the same speed at which they receive?
Do we not understand the meaning of the word ecosystem?
Why is harmony so hard to achieve?
Why is this my thought process? I seem to have trouble getting any profound idea I’ve ever heard out of my head. I keep each one marked with a thumb tack and wrap a loop of my conscious twine around each idea as I come to it to map it in whatever order they come to me.
Most of the time I communicate with my friends and family using quotes from our favorite movies, shows, books, videos, etc and I get the feeling that in doing so I’m perceived as unable to come up with an original thought. “If only they’d look closer, they’d find out…” I use unoriginal thoughts to express my most original of thoughts. And every now and I just let myself go and write everything that comes to mind down and read it back to find I blow myself away. ^^Example above^^
I just want to start my career so that I can be independent and dont have to put my parents in a home one day.
Is just scraping by too much to ask for?
Did I just hear an Angel?
So I’m sitting at my house, in the dining room and I sit down to play some Mozart, and right before the video starts, I hear this bell seeming to come from the heart of my little loft. Where it’s exact center would be if it were alive. I searched for a clock striking 5 or a toy, but there was nothing that accounted for this mysterious bell. For some reason hearing this bell brought tears to my eyes. It was so loud and clear, as if there were a secret amplifier within my walls always on at full blast, but only decided now to make myself aware of its presence. Of course, there are plenty of more logical reasons I heard this bell, instead of assuming there’s a secret angel singing in my walls, however, I’m happy with my assumption. It’s a happy explanation that makes me feel like I’m being watched over by something larger than myself. The same feeling I get when the world surprises me, and challenges my intellect and my definitions of reality. But the more primal of my feelings is fear. The kind that pushes me to adapt and change with our world. This angel makes me feel connected with the world on a higher frequency. Why should I give up this consciousness for those who would insist there’s a logical explanation in the source of this now life changing sequence of events? This bell has me in tune with everything around me so that I can now take life on the same way as I would the ocean. Watching the waves come towards me and allowing myself fluidity and grace that never came so naturally before. This is my place where conflicts are short lived because here, the waves carry you so gently that there’s no choice but to trust it, and trust yourself to handle it. This bell is now somewhere I can pull my strength from, just like my mother. It has instincts to nurture me and help me grow, and it just keeps going on and on, like infinity. The fact that there’s no end in sight eases all of my nervousness so that I can be. This bell has me at the true definition of peace. I’m happy being blessed.
