If you would have asked me a year ago if I would ever consider writing a blog, the answer would be a resounding HELL NO, yet here I am anyway, ready to embark on this crazy blogosphere journey. I always thought that no one would care about my thoughts and opinions on things. I have, however, been contemplating the idea of remembrance of late. What happens when we aren't here anymore to think things and say things and do things? It seems cliche, I know. How many people before me have thought about the Ominous Afterlife? Like, a billion. I think that people struggle with the idea of being forgotten. We all want our life to have some sort of meaning, that our thoughts were important at some point. I don't care if this blog is ever read or not, but it gives me comfort knowing that my thoughts exist somewhere and there is a slight possibility, no matter how infinitesimal, that it could change someone.
I change the world; the world changes me. This is the idea that everything we do shapes the way the world works and everything that happens around us changes the way we do things, perceive things, react to things. It is us changing things and in turn being changed by them. It is an endless cycle of affecting and being affected. I'd like to think that I have changed the world, even in some small way, and that it has changed me too.
Peace.
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