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~ Tales of a vagrant ant ~
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1.14.2004
I am stunned by the world, so incomprehensibly vast, complex and beautifully tragic. There is so much in this world to experience... all the sights, smells, feelings and it hurts in knowing that I'll never be able to do it all. And then there is the life that the world holds, all the beings whose lifeforce beats with a strength that never ceases to surprise me, and all of them playing a role in the inimaginably intricate play known as Life.
Even as I am typing this, life is unstoppably hurtling through space and time. Bacteria break down molecules for energy, an insect eats away at its next meal, and a plant grows a new leaf. A cat is born, an elephant passes into oblivion, a young teenager reads a blog while a fragile aging woman in a war-torn land finds refuge only in her mind. And no matter There is so much going on a worldwide scale that I want to experience first hand... Words fail me... I feel like a sink for this experience, this knowledge that I want to incorporate into my soul. I feel like my mind is aflame with it, and I feel so impassioned to learn about it... Despite all the suffering and catastrophe in the world, from my lofty pedastal in a middle-class suburbanite perspective, life is still beautiful, for just like how there must be light for darkness to exist, in despair, somewhere there must be hope. And in all that I see around me, I see that light, and I see that hope. This past few days, I feel so inspired to learn, it's almost frightening (another symptom of the messed up psyche of the modern student, to be afraid of this inspiration), yet fulfilling, and yet leaving me thirsty to learn more. Not learning just from textbooks, but also from delving into people's minds through their webjournals, and by really being alive. It makes me want to embrace all of the world, and bask in it. In its love, its lust, its hate, happiness, sadness, in all its entirety. As I type this, my heart actually aches in its love for the world. And I hope that this euphoria I feel will last, but I know that it won't, and even as I finish writing, the ephermal emotion has begun to wane, merely another part of this fleeting world: "A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream; A flash of lighting in a summer cloud; A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream."
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