i just took a few minutes to take stock of all the posts i’ve made on here, and i have come to the conclusion that i love it. i can look back at films that i’ve seen, songs that i’ve loved, dynamic changes in my life, and just generally anything that i thought was even remotely important.
i started at the beginning of the semester, and i’ve posted 32 times (this makes 33). does that mean that only 32 important things happened to me over the course of what, 8 weeks? i guess there could be some semblance of reason to that, but it can’t really be true.
in all truth, we don’t pass through life with any kind of precise devices set to record. we just pass through it, leaving our impressions on the people and the places that we touched, and we take a little bit of them with us. memories are imperfect, and i think that the lack of specificity is critical. what we happen to remember from our pasts defines who we are, and the decisions we make in the present. even though we like to think that all of our experiences define us, it is really what we remember from those experiences that truly defines us, adding just another strange element to the myriad of factors governing people.
i don’t have enough time to explore this fully, but i’m pretty pleased to know that i now have solid documentation of ever having had these thoughts, and a basis on which to expand upon them. tchuss.
