I Wonder…

This is my last week of school. Finals are very stressful. However, I have learned a trick to finals. If you do really well the hole semester, then you should do good on your finals. And if you don’t do great on your finals, it won’t matter as much.

The only problem is I never apply this trick, and because of that, I’m stressing right now for finals.

Mostly just Englsh. If I don’t do good on the essay I’m about to turn in, then I may not pass English. If I don’t pass English I might get kicked out of my school.

So here I am, studying for math, and I began to have a random thought. Naturally, when I’m suppose to be focusing on something big like a final or project and I get a random thought, I have to grow that thought and sidetrack from the priority things that need to get done.

I started to wonder about flying. There are so many people who get so stressed out to the point where they would like to drop everything and fly away. It sounds so majestic in it’s own way.

But then I thought about Superman. That’s right! The Man of Steel himself. I thought how amazing it was for him, the first time he started to fly. Then I thought about the episodes of where he doesn’t even notice how spectacular it is that he’s flying.

I know I just compared a cartoon to mankind, but I’m tired and like I said, I have to branch out from this theory to see where it leads me.

What if the everyday person, you, me, that old lady that has a few dozen cats down your street, don’t really know what we want. It’s as if we play cat and mouse with are dreams and if we finaly do catch it, we open are paw to find a dead mouse.

If we could fly everyday, it wouldn’t be are dream to fly anymore. Are dream would be to play golf on the moon. And if we were somehow able to manage that, then are dream would be to travel through time. And if we somehow managed that, are dream would be…..

What if mankind didn’t really know what it wanted? The idea of not being content in the Wonderland that we are selves like to create.

There’s got to be something out there that would be awe-inspiring the first time to infinity.

I believe in God and so many times, I grow tired of it. But I don’t grow tired of God. I grow tired of the God I created in my own image. The God I created in my own fantasy. It’s as if I’m following God, but then I take all these detours and I somehow end up in a museum didicated to Hitler (Rat Race).

For a God to be the same yesterday, today, and forever is quite the statement. The idea of an infinite God. That means that if you were to start in the middle of this infinite God and walk one direction for infinity, you would be no closer than where you started.

That’s pretty overwhelming if you stop and think about it.

I don’t know where all this came from, but I hope you were able to take something out of this and enjoy it.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

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