A Self-Portrait of Opportunity
I want you to stop and think about something. This is a picture of another planet. Where this robot is. Right now.
As we sit here on Earth in this or any moment, we each have in our heads a flurry of worries and questions and ideas. And most of them pertain to our own lives. That’s okay, it’s human nature. We are each the center of our own universe.
I often think about this in crowded places, like while in traffic, as the place I’m going is far more important than the place all of these other people are going. I’m convinced that they feel the same way. And so we sit.
But that means that there are seven billion mental universes walking around on this planet. We are staring into them through little digital windows that we carry in our hands, and certain that this decision is the most important decision. Everything that is happening is happening to us.
Yet for the past eight years, there has been a dusty, six-wheeled rover crawling around the surface of Mars, completely alone. Incidentally, that rover has exceeded its expected mission of 90 days by thirty-two times over. That’s admirable, and I can’t help but personify the little guy. Like a sort of scrappy, diligent explorer, quietly working hard for the benefit of someone else. “No complaints, boss!” Like Johnny 5 meets Wall-E.
And so we get images like this, reminding us that every day we can look beyond our personal universe. What a thought! Look at how much is out there. Think of what else we could see! Let’s go.
I am done with university for the meantime. I can now finally stop. This day has been so eagerly awaited. My days of vigilance and tedium are through. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want, hehe.
Come and get me Summer.
(Source: andwhisper)
Spent the morning getting up and rushing to gather the essays I handed in a while ago, couldn’t have gone better seeing as I now have a very good chance of passing both of these modules well, so I’m embracing feeling like a clever fucker for the first time in a long time. Today and tomorrow will be short, as I have to revise like knowledge is the toxic substance I’m addicted to. I just can’t wait to be off this shit, free for a summer of cliché activities, movie nights, frankly whatever the fuck I please, free from any worry of how I spend my time.
This last month has been plagued with work and revision, but this torture will soon be diminished and I can chill. I just can’t wait.
Longing for freedom!
Submitted by b0h0-babe
(Source: ilove-eating-so-much)
