Category: Fleeting Thoughts

On Our Limitations

We cannot imagine blistering cold in a desert of heat. We cannot imagine joy when we despair. We are limited to the moment and to our present states, and anyone who believes otherwise is simply delusional. Our knowledge and understanding of the world is an infinitely small fraction of what there truly is. We think we know more than we…

In Defense of Melancholy

I look back on my childhood as a time of constant bliss. I remember asking my dad, “Why am I so happy all of the time?” There was just nothing to be sad about — I had love and support from my sister, my parents, my grandparents. I spun stories with my friends and lived my life in books, drinking…

A Distraction

I love feeling busy. I enjoy the feeling of having things to do, places to see, and things to learn. But when I’m not doing something, I feel myself become sadder, more melancholy. I think about the fragility of life, the hard dirt that will bury us, and how we will all someday be forgotten. And I wonder if being…

On Solitude

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other” – A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens I dream of living on a mountain. Ever since I went on Mount Hamilton to visit the Lick Observatory, I knew that I would spend many days on a…

Being Deep is Pointless

When I talk about deep things (religion, life, death, morality, etc.) for too long, I feel incredibly shallow. I feel like everything I said in the conversation is meaningless because my premises may be completely wrong.