Finality

I just realized today (thank you philosophy class, talking about how squares are only representations of something that cannot exist except as an idea in our heads, and how numbers are abstract, we just use 2 things and one thing to make three things as a physical "booster step" to be able to think of the metaphysical concept of three. I LOVE IT! MATH PHILOSOPHY!) that finality is an intellectual concept only, and even if in your life something appears to be final, it isn't, because nothing is ever final, except as a concept.
When you die, you get eaten by earthworms, and crapped out, and absorbed into a growing daffodil. So. Death is not the final phase of your body. The daffodil is still you, et al..
When you patch a dress, it's still the same dress...but what about if it's your favorite, and you patch it so much that ten years later there is none of the original dress left. It's still your favorite dress. It never had a "final" stage, because nothing does. We just say things are final when they alter irrecognizably to the original concept of the object or idea that we have in our heads. Nothing is ever over. It just changes.

Dancing

Anna's right. Dancing is good for you. I've determined to have a tiny celebration of air guitaring. Who will be invited? I know not. I do know prizes will be awarded for best air-guitaring face, best air guitaring noise-created-with-mouth, and best air guitaring dance moves. Yep. I'm kind of psyched.

Keep Breathing.

Hey guys. Hang in there everybody. Life won't suck forever. Try to enjoy the minutes you wish would disappear. They vanish faster that way. I promise.

Growing

Being content with my life would be so much easier if I were a tree.