40 Years

I would like to take this time to say Happy Birthday to my own universe. It's been a 40 year run through existance so far and I'm glad to be part of it. Life can feel like a 3d holographic photograph when looking back in on it. Perfectly mapped out and corresponding with each incident as if your life is a mere reflection of the universe compacted and reverberated through one heck of a machine. That's putting it mildly. 40 years of being alive and I can truly say I'm no closer to understanding anything than I was the day I arrived. Sure, its a lot easier to move, and I'm starting to be able to fit in properly... but ultimately undertstanding things? Well, I feel as if I've truly moved nowhere. Thats not saying that I was standing still, no, I moved, but the gravitational forces from all directions, kept me where I was.

Truly understanding everything just leaves more questions than answers. It feels as if that's what I was charged with, understanding the world around me. Well, it feels as if I've done that to a certain extent. More so than when I first started. I've seen some strange things and been strange places. Perception is everything, for without it meaning is also voided. At any rate, 40 years.

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