Incomplete Thoughts

Yes, it’s been a while…and since I’ve been bugged from multiple people about my lack of presence here, I thought I’d do something unprecedented (for me, that is). I’m a little too uptight to post something I consider unfinished, but it’s all I’ve got. Random thoughts that I believed I would eventually turn into something more profound…but no, they just sit. So maybe this is all there is to it—nothing more necessary. Maybe they are complete in their incompleteness.


Entitlement
I keep hearing these words: “You’re entitled.” Am I, really? Am I entitled? Is anyone entitled to anything? When one feels entitled, they take, rather than give. I’m confused: is the concept of entitlement itself a problem? Or is it only a problem when entitlement gets out of control? But then…what’s out of control? You see, this could go on forever…


A Question of Desire
[Desire: to want something very strongly.] It sounds so simple, so basic. Yet wrapped up in this simple word, desire, is a world of complications. Is desire, most simply, wanting something we know we can’t have? And of course the bigger question, does the lack of attainability only make feelings of desire stronger? Of all the things we desire in life, how much do we actually need? And where is the line between purely hedonistic desire and what is reasonable?


The Magic of Snow
When snow first falls, it’s a beautiful thing—all fresh and quiet and lovely. Pure. Idyllic. Magical. But when the snow hangs on for just a little too long, it becomes an annoyance—a source of aggravation and deprivation. Then, inevitably, it melts. It turns ugly, messy, and dirty. It’s difficult to even recognize that this ugly pile of dirty slush was once its formerly beautiful self. Once it’s in this state, we either want it to disappear completely, leaving no evidence of its existence, or we long for the way it once was. Magical, idyllic, pure, and lovely. But once it’s gone, it’s gone. Until the next time the snow falls, and so the cycle repeats. My favorite theme: nature as metaphor for life.