So here I am, sitting on the floor of a factory office in guatemala. I figured that it was about time I updated my blog, and since we are just sitting here I thought I would whip out the blackberry and blog away.
Not much has been going on. Life in columbus continues to march on. I have been talking to friends a lot about the concern that appears to be plauging people our age - we know what we don't want to be doing with our lives (which unfortunately appears to be exactly what we are doing at the moment), but we are no closer to understanding exactly what it is that we do want to do.
This itch never came along, for me at least, in college. After three years of getting away with the greatest hoax known to mankind, I did not think to myself that it was time to move on. I thought to myself that I should change my major to exploring ways to slow down time and continue the ride forever...what did I have then, did we have then, that evades us currently? The access to money that we didn't work to earn? Maybe. The ambiguous reassurance that there was still the barrier of time standing between us and real life?
Sometimes I think to myself that maybe happiness is all relative, that if I had a taste of shittier circumstances, maybe I would be happier with those I currently have. But is happiness valid when it is only felt relative to sadness, or does it have an absolute value? Occasionally I try to convince myself that it is the former, but I think I know in the depth of my bones that it is the latter. I know you can't appreciate the sweet without the sour, but does the inherent definition of those concepts rely wholly on the existence of their polar opposite? Is good really good without evil? I think it is.