One of the most upsetting, unsettling, and annoying things about plain ol’ existence is the knowing that you can never know it all.

It feels bad enough when you’re procrastinating doing something you know you’d enjoy, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Particularly reading, WRITING (this blog), consuming anything really, because you know no matter how much you do there’s still so much you’ll never even begin to think of–SO much.

The amount of things out there that are so amazing that I have no idea even exists, nor have I ever even conceptualised is ridiculous. So often I get introduced to something that absolutely amazes me, and this is the first I’m hearing of it? In my nineteen years of age?!

I know to anyone older that seems young, but I feel like you can’t ever truly grasp age until you reach it. I understand how people are under nineteen, but as much as I can imagine or assume… I’ve never been 24.

All I can hope for is that throughout my life, I find and read and write and eat and talk to what is and those who are of most importance to me, and maybe importance is a biased variable in that you don’t know how important something is if you don’t know of its existence.

In any case, despite all the troubles one may face when gandering at the vast and immense world, remember that what you do have, and what you do do, is important, so long as you do it earnestly and happily.

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