I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice. --Albert Einstein
Preceded by the statement, “Quantum mechanics is certainly imposing. But an inner voice tells me that it is not yet the real thing. The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us any closer to the secret of the Old One.”
I started this when Mars was closer to Earth than it had ever been in millennia, let alone a single life time. I always thought that was a cosmic coincidence considering the relationship of Mars with the concept of contention. It isn’t that I considered my life so important, but that I ended up saluting as a soldier when the Roman God of War was apparently watching the scene play out from closer quarters than usual.
Does this have a deeper meaning? No, not at all. Sometimes shit just happens and our minds simply fill in the blanks to comfort us…or to simply give us more shit to think about to keep us occupied. I stayed occupied for weeks, constantly asking myself if I had made the right decision. I thought while I stood at attention. I thought while I ran for miles. I thought when I woke up before 5am to do PT in the dark. Sometimes I wish I could just shut that shit off. I’ve never been able to.
“Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually” --Lauryn Hill
I don’t really know what I’m doing. Yes, I’ve packed my things and the movers are on their way. I’ve made the decision to move on, that my time here ends and it is time to start over again, somewhere else. But I don’t really have a clue. The future is unwritten, and much like the bottom of this page, I guess no one can fill it in but me.
The philosopher Tupac Shakur once wrote, “Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.” Reality is, for the few decades you actually get to survive on this planet, you either choose to be the type of person who works hard to make something out of those dreams you had as a kid…or you end up being one of those guys who thinks those dreams can’t be reached. The latter dies broken and wounded, doubled over by every blow life tossed at them. I don’t want to be that.
It’s time for me to go. I told myself a long time ago that while I may mature, I don’t ever want to grow up. I plan on remaining that little kid…but even kids know when it’s time to pick up their things and find a new place to play. I hope this place always attracts the warriors and the true thinkers. For every thousand followers, I hope that one leader finds his way here.
I don’t really know what I’m doing. However, anyone who has ever been on a motorcycle knows you don’t fight the wind. You ride with it. That’s one lesson learned. I hope I live long enough for the next one.
Peace.