Qu'est-ce que c'est?

At this exact moment there is someone dying, someone getting married, someone being born, someone having a one night stand, someone making love, someone crossing a road, someone drowning, someone riding a camel, someone feeding a shark… And I am sitting here reliving theories in my head, trying to drown out the thoughts of that particular boy who’s hijacked my brain.

I need to stop creating scenarios in my head and always thinking about who was the very first person to ever do a certain thing and questioning why things are the way they are.

So why is a table called a table? Why not a chair? or cushion? How do we know a table is actually called a table? Who came up with these names? And Who had the idea to name things in the first place? Who even invented language? All we do is make sounds with our mouth and alternate in pitch, and yet we understand each other completely.Who invented this method of communication? All the various amounts of language, how they can confuse so many of us who do not speak it, and yet make perfect sense to those who do.

Though the same questions always linger, lets just call them my philosophical theories. I’ve come to the conclusion that these questions will possible never be solved. Either way I find it captivating observing the way people relate and communicate with one another, even something as simple as eye contact or sign language. The way others (and I myself am guilty of this) use their hands while they talk to describe what they are trying to convey.

Someone once said that 'you must immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own'. And I fully endorse this. Maybe you should too, take time to just stop for a few minutes and notice things around you... just observe movement. Everything has value, it's just a matter of recognizing that value, and if you're always running full speed ahead you'll never notice. You'll just rush through life and miss the small things, even when they are right in front of you. I personally do not want to be like that, I'd rather notice the small things like taking extra time to walk on concrete after the rain and the steam beaming of the ground, with the smell of grass surrounding me. Rather than rushing to where I have to be and missing those experiences.

But then again, I have been told I'm an odd one.