Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Looking back on my life I don't know what I'll be able to say I've done. I would hope that I will be able to say that I have made a difference, but I don't know if that will happen. I used to think that I would be important in some way to the world, but the further I get the more I realize that that isn't going to be who I am. I am just going to be another person who lived and died on this one planet in this one solar system in this one galaxy in this universe of infinite size. It's depressing. I don't know if I'll even be able to say that I loved and was loved in return. The only think I know I love is the idea of love. I've begun to realize that my idea of love is completely fictional, no one can love me for who I am. Love to me is unconditional, but for most love is a word used to describe a feeling that most often comes and goes. So is my definition of love wrong, or is the world's definition of love wrong?