Oh Hopes, Holed In Folding
I think about significance at times, over a great deal of the projects I start, and the projects others start, and the lives the people surround me are living. And I wonder, are they achieving anything? Will this give me anything of meaning? Like this month of daily blog-posting, sure, at the moment I feel like typing in a blog, but I don't always, I could very well skip a day or two without further ado, but deceiving principles I put up for myself is not something I do too fondly. If I set myself in for a challenge I'd rather complete it, no matter how useless it seems to be when on the verge of beginning it always gives me a boost of joy when completed. Or maybe it's more like just a burst of relief that the challenge I so boldly plucked upon me is finally over and I won't have to do any of that useless shit I contused myself on being sincere to at the abhorrent start of things.
Either way, it feels like if I give up on one task at hand everything else in demand also falls apart. The fragile balance everything is a part in, the chain of events that in all cases lead either upwards or downwards, in straight lines of varied degrees, but always straight. Everything is connected, all choices rely upon each other in forming the personality that people hold, it's how it is. Hmm, Happy Easter!! btw. :P