Broken Pottery

I was doing some thinking earlier today on the nature of our lives as human beings. What if when we come out of our mothers' wombs, it's like a....perfect pot falling from a height. A fetus is pretty much perfect, pure, but when it enters this world, it changes to become something entirely different. It's shattered by it's environment, it's upbringing, it's circumstances until it finally becomes what it is.

What if a lot of the things in life are decided not by us, but by life, and we come into the world with a lot of things already laid out for us. Like a broken pottery - when it hits the ground, there's no way of telling what the broken pieces will look like, but it's still the same old pot, and the broken pieces are beautiful in it's own way.

What if our mission in life is to make sense of the fallen pieces. We're broken. We're so fucking far from perfect, but that in itself, is perfection, and we've just got to make sense of it. For example, when you look at clouds, you may see clouds, but you may also see a face, and it's up to us to see that. Ughh, i'm not sure whether I'm making sense. My head hurts like crazy.

I'm getting really frustrated with Illustrator, and Photoshop. Why can't we have one software doing both, seriously. Toggling between them is...terrible. I'm starting to realize that I may have too much on my plate.

Just think about it.

I took the bus home, and on this ride, this girl who was quite pretty sat beside me. She sat beside me because all the other seats were taken. As the ride went on, more people left the bus. 

Seats became vacant, and pretty soon, the upper deck of the bus where we were sitting was mostly empty. Yet, she stayed by my side. If it was me, I would have moved so that I had two-seats to myself...but maybe that's just me. 

The ride was a long one and she sat by me the whole way. We were close enough, such that our arms were touching, but it wasn't weird or creepy or gross - I guess it was just there. It was nice. 

I was reading this book by Kurt Vonnegut called "God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian". I've read most of his stuff, but not this one. I don't know why I've waited so long. It's such a good book. It's a series of fictional interviews with dead people. The dead say interesting things, at least, that's what he assumes.

He said that Hitler regretted everything that he's done. And that Newton is irritated that he didn't discover relativity, or evolution. He also brought up people that I've never heard of. Did you know that the only successful genocide in human history was in Tasmania? I hope that such atrocities won't happen again.

So at that bus, on my way home, on a relatively peaceful evening, I had a book in my hands, and there was a pretty girl beside me. She was real, and in that quiet thirty minutes, we were side by side. From time to time, I tried to sneak a look at her, but I could never find the opportunity. 

I got off the bus before she did. As I was seating on the inside, I had to say "Excuse me,". She didn't say anything in response - she just shifted a little to make room for my exit. I hope that she found the bus ride to be a nice one too. May she have a nice evening, and may all of you have one, too. 

Peace.

Ghost Protocol

Just watched it. I was really hyped up because I suddenly recalled this HIMYM episode where they were using it as an adjective to describe something really awesome. It's okay, on the whole. Some set pieces were excellent, while didn't really have a good payoff. I thought that the story was quite difficult to follow, and once you do follow it, it's not that interesting. The characters were likable enough as individuals, but they didn't really come together. Still, awesome action sequences...the beginning was great but the movie wasn't able to sustain it.

Oh well.