Also known as sanity scribbling. Frustration waxes full in my heart. Why do I feel so impotent in a life where i theoretically have complete control? Why do I feel unseen on a campus thirty five thousand strong in broad daylight? What's the point. Why do I feel I learned more from an hour in the library at age eleven than from seventeen credit hours over the last half semester? Where did my focus go? SQUIRREL!
Glad that's out of the way. Now that I'm done whining, maybe I can say something interesting. Probably not though. You see, to say something interesting, you have to know something interesting, or you have to be very lucky. Luck has rarely been lacking in my life, though lately I feel myself straining the limits of my good fortune. So I can't rely on luck.
That leaves knowledge. I used to think I had lots of knowledge. But I learned a little more and realized I had almost none. The joys of a larger pond. I suppose my brain is trying to point me to something bigger here. How does that quote go? "Wisdom comes only from knowing that you know nothing." Something like that.
No luck, no knowledge. That must translate to nothing interesting to say, right?
Wrong. You see, if we, as human beings who are "Wise" realize that we know nothing, then everything interesting we've ever done or said was entirely through luck. And looking at it that way, each person in the world has been pretty lucky at least once right?
Now, looking at people who say interesting things the most often, what do you think of? I know a few categories. But what comes to you? If the categories you came up with match mine, then maybe we could be said to make our own luck. Expand your mind. Absorb something. Then next time we talk, you'll have better luck holding up your end of the conversation.
--Random
