Life is all around at all times.  Life knows everything that goes on at every moment, and remembers every moment that has ever happened.  Life does not end, it never started.  It just always was.  Similar to infinity.  Maybe it is all circular (or infinity shaped!).  I have always been fascinated with string theory and the space-time continuum so, by that theory, life may all be happening all at the same time just on different planes of time.  Because, really, what IS time?  We made it up.  Can you imagine what life would be like if we didn’t organize it into perfectly divided sections of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years?  I think we should try it some time.  Try not letting “time” rule our lives.  Because “time” and “life” are only made up.  We try to make sense of both and the truth is that we can’t because they don’t really exist.  At least (in my less than humble opinion) they don’t exist in a way humans can truly grasp.  We have done what we can to understand it, but I think it is still beyond our meager understandings of existence.

Once again this is not where this was supposed to go.  What I wanted to say was that we can’t predict anything.  We can try to break everything down, pretend that we have everything under control; pretend that we know what we are doing, that we are living, going through time…but I think few of us are.  I become so depressed thinking about this thing we call life.  I get caught up in being 24 years old already and not having accomplished anything with my time here.  I am a bum.  I am useless.  I am…nothing.

But then again we all may be, in the grand scheme of things.  Or maybe my “time” hasn’t come yet.  Maybe I am just stuck in neutral for the time being, idling away as something comes my way.  Who knows.  But what I have finally decided is that I can’t dwell on it.  It may be true that my life is meaningless, but the long and short of it is that it is MY life.  It is all I have.  So I can accept it, or hate it.

Usually I vacillate between acceptance and hatred on a daily basis. For example, this morning I wanted find a nice freezing body of water and jump in fully clothed just to try my hand at either freezing to death or drowning.  Or both. (Not really, I wouldn’t have actually done it but this tends to be how I handle things when the world feels like too much. I come up with a variety of different morbid situations I may find myself in and comfort myself with the knowledge that there are so many possibilities out there – should I ever actually decide to become one of the tragedies I write about. Though this is highly unlikely because on most days I think quite highly of myself.) Anywho, that was this morning – right now I am rather content.  I wouldn’t say happy, nor would I go as far as to say positive.  But I am definitely neither depressed or completely negative.

With everything that has happened this month (both this year and last) I have had a myriad of emotions just racing through my head.  Actually it has been more like a heard of cattle gone rampant with a cowboy who keeps trying to get them in line, succeeding for but a moment, only to realize that it won’t last but two seconds.  He gets tired and angry, the cows go crazy, the damn horse is stubborn and it all ends poorly.  Mostly for me.  Maybe they will all make it over the fucking mountain one day but for now they just keep running in circles at the base wondering how the hell any of them will make it over.

Currently the cowboy and the horse have made camp and the cows have taken to “sleeping” while really secretly colluding – plotting their next rampage.  Poor cowboy.  Doesn’t know what’s coming.  The horse knows everything but he is pissed at the cowboy for making him do this year and year again so he keeps his mouth shut knowing he will revel in the misery of the cowboy when he realized that he actually has no control over his cattle.  Okay…this has gone too far.  What I am trying to say and failing miserably at is that I came to the realization (over the course of about a week) that, while I could be sad that I no longer get Mr. Perfect (and let’s be honest, I still have my moments), really there isn’t anything I can do about it.  I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.  I thought that I had met him for a reason and I’m sure I have – but I first thought it was because he could be someone I would be with for awhile, now I think it was for a few reasons. 1) To meet someone new who is now one of my best friends, 2) To realize that I didn’t need HIM anymore, that there was actually someone else out there that I could fall for, and 3) To have him as a friend.  Mr. Perfect understands me better than anyone I have met in a really long time.  For the first time possibly ever I WANTED to talk about the cattle drive in my head and it was him that I wanted to talk to.  It is really nice to know that I have a person in my life that I feel I can talk to anything about.

At first when it ended I felt sorry for myself.  Wondered why I was never good enough for anyone.  Wondered why I was so easy to just leave.  But then I realized that before I met Mr. Perfect I was still pining for HIM and I literally never thought I would ever love again.  Once I met Mr. Perfect I was completely over HIM.  It didn’t take me long to realize that HE wasn’t my one.  That I would find someone else.  But recently I have discovered that I shouldn’t feel sorry.  I should be excited.  If there was Mr. Perfect and he was THAT much better than HIM, imagine what is out there waiting for me now.  Imagine how great that will be.  So I can’t be sad and I can’t feel sorry for myself because whoever I am supposed to be with is out there, and I can’t wait to meet him.  He is going to be AMAZING.

I won’t be looking for him though.  I am slightly jaded at this point and there is way too much going on in my life right now for me to think about a guy.  Right now I will content myself with my new friends and attempting to figure out what to do in my life.  (And that will be a completely different post – this one is already way too long.)

I will end this rather rambly post with a quote from a book I have just begun reading:

“I mean…sure, sometimes you think, ‘Hey, maybe there’s something else out there.’  But there really isn’t.  This is what being alive feels like, you know?  The place doesn’t matter.  You just live.”

May your thoughts be far less confusing than mine.

-S