I'm 22-needless to say, I can't wrap my mind around the notion of infinity.
Does the Universe really go on forever?
Do numbers really go on forever?
Has God really existed forever?
I can't grasp any of these notions, but they fascinate me. So on the eighth day of the eighth month of the eight year of the century, I turn 22 and embrace the ideal that the love I have in my heart, the possibility of success and growth and happiness, the reality of friends and family, music and art, God and love, are all infinite.
And I'm ok with that.
Happy Birthday to me.
I can't grasp any of these notions, but they fascinate me. So on the eighth day of the eighth month of the eight year of the century, I turn 22 and embrace the ideal that the love I have in my heart, the possibility of success and growth and happiness, the reality of friends and family, music and art, God and love, are all infinite.
And I'm ok with that.
Happy Birthday to me.
0 comments:
Post a Comment