I wrote this in my livejournal a week or two ago, and i felt like it was worth thinking about again:
One of the greatest things about life is that you have no idea what's going to happen. There is no peaking into the future, and i like it that way... it gives each and every thing you do a purpose. Nothing would matter if things would turn out just one way anyway.
I visited a friend from school this weekend. She lives on a farm... she's even more isolated and in the country than my roommate is. I had a blast though. I really don't think I'd mind living out there.
Out of everything I did down there (which included 4-wheeling and driving a tractor), my favorite thing was looking at the sky. It just felt so much bigger down there. The storm Friday night was bigger, angrier, more powerful. The clouds seem to take up so much less space on a sunny day. There seem to be millions more stars in hundreds of extra layers I can't see here. It's so deep and expansive. I felt so small underneath it. I felt twice as afraid of the storm, but I felt twice as comforted under the many sunbeams that extended to the ground. It really did remind me of how big the world really is. Everyone is so absorbed in how important they are and how many people they know. They worry about publicity and impact. People don't seem to understand just how small we really are... just how big the world around us is... just how amazing it is that it all comes together so perfectly for us. It really makes you stop and think. As cheesy as it sounds, looking at that sky really made me think about the big picture. Except, I wasn't really thinking anything specific. I guess it was more of a feeling that there's more to it than just me. (now we'll have to see how long I keep this in mind)
It actually made me sad for what we're missing here in the city...
