Waking early does have its advantages.
I’m situationally held captive right now. The paper topic I came in early to write took me all of two minutes, and now I am trapped at school until my 10:00 class. If parking weren’t as hard to come by as an honest man, I could venture home to have a little breakfast, but instead, here I am writing into the void.
It’s a wonder how the little choices are the most life changing. Those throwaway monents turn out to be defining, adding to the tapestry that we only see from the back, occasionally getting glimpses of the front, until life is over and we can see the whole design at once.
If you’ve known me for very long at all, you know that I am somewhat obsessed with choice and the role it plays in our lives. My respective choices for majors is telling: philosophy, religion, and economics.
Economics is nothing but choice, choice, choice. Religion is choose or go to Hell. (I kid because I love.) And philosophy of course is what we choose, what we should choose, why we choose at all, and what does or may happen because of our choosing.
I think there is something to be said for the idea that we notice things we are already thinking about–like that new Jim Carrey movie (which is freaky as hell and you all should see), but I also think that sometimes themes repeat in our lives because we should be thinking about them.
And what else is there to think about? What are we if not the sum of who we choose to be every day?