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Everyone's face when that gunner asks another irrelevant question.
My desire every second of every minute of every hour of every Friday class.
Thus the beginning of Psalm 23:2 was achieved through greed (It just feels more official quoting an ancient source, not that I adhere to it or anything)
http://www.newscientist.com/blogs/onepercent/2012/09/human-safe-robot-baxter.html
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Apotheosis - Austin Wintory
You are everything and everything is you. (I'm not absolutely sure, but it feels good thinking that way.)
If I wrote an Autobiography...which I won't, because no one wants to hear me whine.
Stop me if youāve heard this one before- Somewhere along the way, life caught up with me.
Iām backed into a corner, unable to breathe, little room to think. Expectations of a future Iām unsure of are beginning to press down around me, causing the sweat to take shape on my forehead in tiny, heavy beads. Itās all weighing down on me now, and if my heart doesnāt stop beating so quickly, I swear Iāll rip it out before it has the opportunity to flat line. I find that some of the more morbid thoughts desire, no, beg for someone to give me that courtesy. āKill me now, and let the stress feed upon another unsuspecting victim.ā If only it were that simple. If only.
My dreams came true, and to be honest with you, Iām only feeling one thing. Fear.
Iām terrified.
Someone wasnāt being an absolute smart ass when they said to be careful what you wish for, it just might come true. I wish I could give that son of a bitch a medal, he deserves it. Maybe a parade would be better, yeah, a parade and a medal. Yeah, that sounds right, a celebration for the cheekiest bastard to add a few words to a clichĆ©d phrase. A big goddamn hero he is, and he deserves every single bit of praise.
In times like these, I think that humor helps. If I had a sense of humor, Iād be ok. I donāt, and Iām not.
Things just came together too soon. I didnāt expect the road I was walking on to end so abruptly. I was hoping for some finish line. You know, one of those things out in the distance with a cheering crowd full of friendly and familiar faces. I dreamed of that taut, fragile ribbon that the winner of the race runs through in victory. I thought Iād be like some Olympic athlete finishing in glory and breaking the ribbon. What I thought was wrong. I couldnāt see a finish line in the distance, and there wasnāt a chance to prepare myself to get there. Instead, the finish line was literally that, a line, on the ground, drawn lazily with one long swipe of white chalk. Glamorous, right? Well, I thought so.
It all happened so fast. I never really had an opportunity to really enjoy what was flying by. I didnāt even realize that I was wrapped up in such a fleeting experience. Thereās another saying, ādonāt give into astonishmentā, I donāt know, something like that. The exact quote isnāt important, only the spirit of the thought. Well, yeah, I like most, gave into astonishment. I got lost within the experience, and wasnāt truly able to take the time to appreciate each individual moment. At least, thatās what I feel now.
Wait, thatās not right. I can remember sitting on my ass a few years ago and thinking, āThis isnāt going to last forever, but Iām glad I can enjoy it while it does.ā
Well, at least I can take pride in knowing I have the gift of foresight; and therein lies the problem, foresight. I know what the future is going to be like. Itās not going to be a cake walk.
Does $3o,ooo in loans sound like a sound financial plan? Letās make that $3o,ooo a year, for three years. Sounding better? It gets better. Couple that with a profession that is oversaturated and requires an average of 65 to 70 hours a week to be mediocre in. To add the sprinkles on top, at least an $85k salary would be required to break even. I hate that phrase, ābreak evenā, why donāt they just say āsettleā. It sounds less intimidating and it may be more accurate within context. I donāt know, just food for thought.
So, here I am, looking down the barrel of a gun. It takes an estimated ten years for the thumb to begin pulling back on the hammer, another five for the round to begin to enter the chamber, and about two or three to hear that gut wrenching click that informs a person that things may be getting a little hairy.
Anyone want to trade situations? Yeah? Well how about this, Iām about to enter law school. I can imagine how many curious faces jerked backwards a little at the mention of the beast. Vile, I know.
Yes, I am about to enter law school and I am terrified. Absolutely terrified. I didnāt expect to get this far. I honestly thought the world would explode or aliens would come to rain cosmic justice upon the human race by this point.
Law school was a contingency plan, a back up if you will. I thought, āthere is no way weāll be here in x amount of years. Iāll just do well in school and put in a little effort for the hell of it.ā
Sometimes, all the time, I really wish that the aliens did come. Maybe then I could be hiding underground, hungry and hopeless, waiting until I died of exposure or the death by plasma weapon. The grim, abnormal thoughts have a soothing effect. Trust me, Iām an expert at this kind of stuff.
With all the complaining, I donāt think Iāve had the opportunity to properly characterize the problem. In all seriousness, Iām terrified. Have I made that much clear? Iām absolutely, positively, 100%, grade A, home grown, terrified. Sorry, that was a little overdone.
The problem stems from time. Iāve run out of it. Iām 21 and Iāve literally run out of time. No one, except attorneys and law students understand this fact. Timeās up.
I wonāt miss the parties, the drunken nights of bad decisions, or the random hookups. No, what Iām really going to miss is the free time I was able to spend by myself. Those introspective moments of peace that could last for hours at a time, those moments are slipping from my grasp.
Iām 21 and my life is about to be consumed by some great leviathan many called life. I call it unnecessary stress, but Iām just 21, what the hell do I know. Well, I do know that there are plenty of young men roaming around with relative freedom until their early to mid thirties. I wonāt have that luxury, as my ball and chain will be my profession, my profession that is soon to begin.
If the stress doesnāt kill me, maybe the lack of fun will. Between law school, the firm, and an early anxiety induced death, where am I going to find the time to watch a nice movie? I know, after work, twice Iāll probably be able to catch a film on some fancy futuristic display. Iāll probably fall asleep, both times, somewhere around the middle. Shit. What am I doing?
Iām fucking terrified. We shouldnāt be living this way. Man wasnāt designed to do this and then die. My awareness doesnāt exist just to stroke out from overwork.
āSomething has to change.ā Someone needs to handover that medal I was talking about earlier, because Iām definitely the first guy to come up with that thought.
Iāll figure something out, but first, first I have to think about how these last four years flew by without me realizing it. This could happen to the next 40 years, and Iām not too keen on that idea. Iād like to experience each moment, and live without regret. No better way to ensure a proper future comes about than to look over the mistakes of the past.
Now, I wonder, what was it that made me wonder? Where did I get caught up within it all to the extent that I forgot that it was moving so quickly?
I guess Iāll start from Freshman year. A memory just slammed into the front of my mind. I can already tell Iām going to have a good time mulling all of this over.
writing prompt involving a chance meeting on an airplane (now featuring a cliched ending)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Looking out my window I can see the clouds blanket the sky below. I smile, making note of whimsical thoughts. I can see myself floating, head resting upon fluffy white pillows. I can imagine looking up and staring into the deepness of the heavens. The blue probably goes on forever in that place.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās at that moment when she sits down next to me, startling me from my day dreams.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, sorry,ā I say, removing my arm from the center armrest, the only physical barrier between us.
She smiles, and my heart feels as if it begins to beat for the first time.
āDonāt worry about it, itās yours ,ā she says casually, no hint of reservation in her voice.
āThanks,ā I respond, returning her smile.
I find myself peering through the window once more, as the clouds begin to take on a pinkish hue against the setting sun. I canāt wipe the smile off of my face as I watch the colors twirl upon the soft evening sky.
āWhatās your name,ā her voice whispers, traveling in my ear and down my spine. I feel my back wanting to arch as the hairs of my body stand.
āYou first,ā I say as coolly as possible, looking from the darkening sky into her milky jade eyes.
If her smile started my heart, then her eyes surely stopped it.
āMiranda,ā she almost purrs, leaning towards me but staying just within that sweet spot that doesnāt violate personal space. She knows just how to pluck at my strings. āYou could call me Miri, but I canāt let a perfect stranger go about calling me by a nickname, now can I?ā
āNo I donāt suppose so,ā I say with a slight laugh. āItās Patrick by the way.ā
āMind if I call you Pat,ā she asks with a wink.
āNot a problem, Miri,ā I wink back.
This causes her to laugh and place her hand upon the center armrest, directly on my own.
I canāt help but to reveal a toothy grin as Iām captivated by her pouty lips and murky eyes. Itās almost too much to bear.
āSo, is it always going to be an airplane,ā her voice drops into a more serious tone as she asks, not quite losing its playful jab.
I sigh and look out the window, as I feel her fingers interlace into my own. Sheās warm, just as the lights of the city in the illuminated darkness below.
āItās beautiful you know,ā I respond.
āYeah, it always is,ā She says with her face side by side with mine looking out of the small window into the world below.
My face grows warm from her brass disregard of my zone of comfort.
āStop that,ā I say as a playfully shoo her away.
Her smile has faded into an expectant gaze as she speaks, āYou going to try to answer my question, or are you going to make this one of those unanswered mysteries of life?ā
I laugh a bit, and then look into her eyes once more. I canāt feel my heartās pulsating throbs in my chest any longer.
āItās easier this way,ā I say, with a bit of shame in my voice.
āHow so,ā she quickly asks, eager to understand where Iām coming from.
There is a light sensation of turbulence that ripples through the plane.
āPromise not to laugh,ā I ask with a weak smile.
Her grip on my hand loosens as she rolls her eyes in amusement, āWhen have I ever been known to make prom-ā
āMiri,ā I say softly, staying her words. My hand gently tightens its grip on hers.
āI promise,ā she says, her fingers pressing into my hand, returning the tender gesture.
I sigh as the heaviness in my chest urges to be released, āHere, on this plane, I can talk to you. Face to face, no pressure. I canā¦I can become hypnotized by your smile, and I can grow lost within your eyes. Itās just you, and me, nothing else. Itās blissā¦ā I trial off.
āWell donāt stop now, lover boy,ā She says, biting her plump lower lip.
Thereās another jolt of turbulence that shakes the plane. This one reverberates through the bone.
I close my eyes and continue, āHere, on this plane, I can talk to you. Itās just me and you for however long it needs to be, no distractions. Iām free to fall in love with you a thousand times over, and then when itās all over I can be sure that the plane will land. I can be sure the plane will land, and weāll get our carry onās and file out of the designated exit. After that, weāll make idle conversation at the baggage claim while pretending that nothing too serious happened. After that, I can wait with you until your taxi arrives and give you a parting hug, maybe a light kiss if youāll allow it. Then, then I can watch you ride away into the distance, turn on my heel and forget that I ever met you. This plane, this plane makes everything so much easier to forget.ā
I feel the light touch of a hand upon my cheek. I open my eyes to see a sad smile resting upon her face. Her eyes are concerned. I can see her struggling to mask how she truly feels.
āIs that it,ā she asks. āIs that the reason why itās always a plane?ā
āYeah,ā I say, placing my free hand over hers that lies on my cheek.
Turbulence shakes the flight once more.
We share a small silence.
Miri produces an awkward laugh, āYou know, Iād like to think of it a bit differently.ā
āOh,ā I say, still lost in the difficult truth I allowed to flow from my mouth.
āYeah,ā she says, āIād like to think that this would be what itās like the first time we actually meet.ā
I can feel my heart beat once more.
āIād like to think,ā she pauses, āIād like to think that we meet, just like this. Iād like to think that we meet and we just canāt stop talking, and we lose track of time. Iād like to think that we become so engrossed within one another that the time just flies by and before we know it, the plane has landed. Iād like to think that we donāt pretend itās over by the time we get to the baggage claim.ā
She laughs, sobs, or does both, compelling me to grasp her hand tighter as she continues to speak, ā By the time weāre waiting for the taxi that takes me away into the distance, weāre silent. And weāre not silent because we know that this was some single serving experience and that itās all over, but weāre silent because we know it doesnāt end there. When the cab comes, not only do I enter, but you enter as well. And when the driver with the funny accent asks us where weāre going, we answer with āit doesnāt matterā or some equally cheesy shit youād find in a bargain bin romance novel.ā
I canāt help but give a genuine smile, because despite how mushy and childish it sounds, I know that I want it too.
āI knowā¦ā I say, trailing off as I stare into her glassy, wavering eyes.
āI wish this was something more than some semi-lucid re-occurring dream. I wish that one day that this could be reality, but, I think we both knowā¦āshe pauses
The plane shakes violently, never seeming to find proper balance.
āYeah,ā I solemnly say, acknowledging her unspoken words.
At this point, I canāt tell if it is the tears within my eyes or some other obstruction I canāt readily place. But, my vision is growing grainy, and I can barely make out her face.
Her voice is a distorted whisper, āIād like to think that one day, this will happen, and Iāll wake up and find that youāre real. Iād like to wake up next to you. One day Iād like to sayā¦ā
I can no longer make out her words or discern any physical characteristics of the planeās cabin. There is only a hazy outline of her eyes and moving lips. I can just barely read: One day Iād like to say I love you.
I find myself opening my eyes to the morning light. My alarm blares noisily on my night stand. I donāt bother reaching for it, not right now. I curl up within the warmth of my covers and close my eyes as I try to escape the cold feeling that creeps across my skin. I sigh, barely remembering the dream. Whatever it was, it upset me, again. However, the words that come out of my mouth make an impression in my mind. I find myself whispering, āYeah, Iād like to say I love you too.ā
I donāt know the context, but it doesnāt matter. Itās enough, just enough to fill me with a vague sense of hope.