Kind of Sad

Well, I haven’t posted in a while.

(A while=two minutes)

SO I shall now.

Because I just thought of something while updating my bucket list.

(Added two more.)

(o.o I just forgot what I added. Must check.)

(Okay I did.)

 

So anyhow, have you ever thought about space? You know, out there, besides this nice and cozy earth? Earth. Where we live, where we create endless, intricate complications on our own somehow, and manage to create big-enough problems so it destroys ourselves, and then somehow scapegoat the problem onto something/one else and manage to get away with it by trying to fix the problem that initially, it was us, our species, who created it? How, if there was no intelligent life here, intelligent as in world-destructing sort of intelligence, our earth would be so peaceful and harmonious within the balances of nature, where nobody is throwing soda cans into the ocean? (Then again, there has to be one intelligent life that evolves—Imean, there will always be a ‘smartest’ animal, no matter what, because “smartest” is a comparative adjective, meaning, as soon as there is more than one of a subject, the comparative adjective is immediately usable, meaning the smartest species of animal will eventually evolve—it just so happened that we are the ‘smartest.’) Well, on any point (I think I’m getting off track), there’s a lot more out there than us, we’re just a puny little dot-of-a-planet that has its own major problems and advantages (which we’ve all sucked the goodness out of…), wars and arguments, thoughts and temptations.

Yes, I forgot what I was going to say, and I realize it’s going in the complete opposite direction from where I initially intended to go.

Soanyhow what I was going to say was, we only read about outer space in books, only read about that feeling of zero-gravity in books, only stare laser holes through the adjectives and verbs and nouns printed neatly onto pieces of paper bound together with a cardboard cover reading “Insert Title About Astronomy and Astronauts Here.” We can never, ever, feel that sensation for ourselves, experience the wonder and excitement in finding a new world, a new place to be, a place that is different than what we call normal. We will always be stuck to the ground, unwittingly being pulled closer to ground-level, never able to float or feel free, because, unfortunately, the Great Being who supposedly created All That Exists did not supply us with wings or any sort of aerodynamic body-part. (The closest to that is the brain, because at least it MAKES things, like airplanes.)

It’s kind of sad, don’t you think? That we’ll always have to live in one world. One life. One chance. And the closest to another world, at the moment, is outer space—to feel, like Ender did in Ender’s Game (by O.S.Card), or like the Great Neil Armstrong, who was one of the first to truly experience that free-floating feeling, or like the unnamed intelligent life species out there, umpteen thousand, million, trillion miles away. (Or maybe aliens have their own gravity, too.)

Sometimes, I get sudden urges to wish for things. I’m, whacha say, easily inspired? I mean, I don’t even know what inspired me at the moment, but at one point, I kind of wished I had the personality and future of an astronaut (of course, as a weak, physically inept introvert, the chances of me being an astronaut is as close as my brother over there (going piew piew with his Legos) will sprout wings and fly off into the sunset). Really, it kind of makes me sad that I’ll die never knowing that exciting, exhilarating feeling you get when you don’t have to stick to the ground anymore. When water droplets expand and keep its round, perfect shape, instead of falling down into a line of water, where crying makes you grow tear-bubbles instead of streaming down your face, and walking is given a whole new concept. It’s kind of sad that we’re only limited to earth.

 

Then again, it’s a lot to have, Earth is—(I’m not trying to sound like Yoda. .-.), especially us, because we have created diversity within our species, in a different way than variations do in animals—we have culture and heritage, and so, the closest I can get to ‘another world’ is either in another country/culture, or another book to stick my nose in.

Kind of sad that we have this whole thing with money that prevents us from truly enjoying, hey, I’m not trying to sound cliché, but, the fruits of life. Because really, who wants to die and tell God, or whoever is the Great Being, if there is Great Being for you, but anyhow—who wants to die, and tell whoever-it-is, that you died as you were born—born poor, died poor, not able to experience anything from outer space to Paris—just because of this thing we call money, that supposedly evolved into the center of our lifestyle.

But hey, if this is Rome, we act like Romans. Honestly, I don’t like that, because I’d like to trample the place screaming KOREA, but if I do, I’ll just be shunned into the corner and die anyway, so it’s rather I follow that idiom/phrase, because, whatever wisdom is, you’ve gotta follow it if you’re human and you want to survive.

Sad, isn’t it?