Skippy

Skippy
2002-02-03 07:03:36 (UTC)

The Little Things

I have an obsession with the origins of things. Not
animals or mankind, but the origins of shortcuts (to know
why they work) and on a more philosophical level, the
origins of each of us and how they turned us into the
people we are today. For instance, I often compare myself
to my friends, and think about what different things have
happened in our lives, and how we were affected. I know
that in the past I have been let down by people, and so
I've become a very materialistic person. Up to this point,
I have yet to have any major problems with my possessions.
If I were to lose most of my stuff in a fire, or some other
way, I'd probably shift to care more for people, or
possibly even to worry more about spiritual or otherworldly
matters. But, since that hasn't happened, I find happiness
in my things, and for now it works for me. I know it
doesn't work for other people, most likely even including
you, but then again, your way of life is most likely not
approved by me.
All this thinking about what makes us who we are leads me
to think about what I would be if other events had
occurred. What if my parents hadn't gotten divorced, what
if my family had moved away from here, or even what if I
only had one or no brothers? As distressing as those
situations might seem to me in the place I am now, I find
hope in my belieft that everyone in every situation can
find happiness. Heh, even that belief could be considered
to be a result of my situation. If I had been born into
poverty, or to some third world country, I don't think that
I would make the same conclusion.
Oh well, so we're not all the same. Only a minor problem.
As long as we keep our beliefs to ourselves. I just doomed
us already, didn't I? We're human, and backing down and
allowing others to be different from us isn't usually a
trait we're born with. (Though there are the blessed few.)
Don't misread me. I'm not saying that we can never get
along; I'm only saying that the chances are very slim. But
not impossible, because the impossible is only impossible
when it is not possible, which will only come with the end
of time, when none of this will matter anymore.
(I warn you, being half asleep can make you type insanity
like this.)




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