Heretic Pride

ipuntbabies:

the things that mattered, dont. it’s not really a bad thing. it just means that with change you also chose to stop caring and if you can stop caring about something, then it wasn’t really as important as you previously thought.

I feel this way about people more often than I’ve heard is healthy. People enter and leave my life at an alarming rate and I see no problem with that. There are many that I keep, and even more that choose to stay, though I don’t know quite why. Everyone at Stanford has been talking about where they want to be in the summer, after graduation. Everyone has their own paths and ideas. No one belongs to this land. 

I don’t think people understand that idea too much, of not belonging to anything. I take the idea to a bit of an extreme, and I don’t expect anyone to share my sentiments. I sometimes think about how my consciousness is only working off of borrowed matter, belonging to stars long dead. Sometimes I think about all the things someone can do after living as opposed to during. Sometimes I think about the most important moments in my life and how they exist in a place intangible to man. 

Anyways, sorry if I think of people as anchors. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. One day I’ll need an anchor. One day I’ll even want one. Not now, though. Not for some time.