Blurred. In the caffeine fueled staccato heartbeat of New York City, everything has and will always be, in its purest form, a blur. We are home to more mirages than the Sahara, more grey matter than the brain, and more disorientation than provided by any narcotic. We run through our days, with enough caffeine in our hearts to make then faster than one belonging to a coked up hummingbird. Our days are too fast, too hazy to describe. And even if they were clearer, we’d still be too busy. We don’t remember, because we can’t bother. We have too much to do and too little time and we are – we must be the busiest people on the planet. A test – ten tests to study for. Of course we can’t get involved in student life, we’re too busy reigning over a fast-forward world.
Our ideas, our foundations, shake at the edges. What is alright, acceptable, blurs. We can’t draw lines. Issues become debates become conflicts. Every topic becomes hot button, and wandering into definitive yes or no black and white zones will get you ironically hard stares from the neversolid blurs around you. So we all stay moving, eyes cast down, because the skies do not move fast enough to care about and the trees are too solid to be of relevance. Movement, the hands of the clock, the moving pen in hand, relevant.
We do so much and yet see so little, because we move so much, so fast, nothing stays solid.
This is a picture of a group of my high school friends. Towards the end of senior year, we really began to relax and enjoy our lives. I found myself happiest in this state, where interests could be pursued without penalty to sleep or grades, and where everyone had more time to spend with each other.
Steve, this is very deep! You will constantly find yourself in motion. At times, your opinions will be tested by others. I encourage you to embrace criticism and consider others perspectives but also try to gain a deeper understanding of your own perspective. You do such a great job of this in class!