Musings on Life and Death
Something I've been thinking about recently is that life is never entirely ideal. It makes sense since the concept of things being ideal is that they originate from an idea and ideas are very hard to fully convert into reality, especially when the cooperation of multiple people is involved. This has been on my mind because I constantly feel like I'm in some sort of waiting period of life, and I don't want to wait my life away. There are things I want to see and do, and obviously, there are going to be periods of my life that are better suited to doing certain of those things, but I can't just sit idly expecting life to send me a sign that says, "Now would be the perfect time to do [insert project]". That's not going to happen. I have to figure out that stuff for myself, which is probably a good portion of my issue: I'm not very self-aware and balancing one's life requires being able to judge how much you can take on...