Let's face it. We all have enjoyed the GOOGLE Doodles, once in a way. Perhaps a little too much on occasion. However this one has to be my own personal favorite.
I was probably first eleven or twelve when I caught a good glimpse into the life of the Hitchhikers. My first experience with the several movies had me slightly in awe, of the number 42.
Today I delve much deeper. An AP Lit student, I suppose it is a requirement that I do so, or otherwise be torn by the staunch amount of people who are that much better than me in all scenarios.
English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
I have always wondered, what exactly is the difference of life when you are awake or dreaming? Inception, though an interesting thought, is not exactly what I have in mind. We live on in moments, and could one dream a dream? I suppose it is possible, except that it seems incredibly impossible.
Life in itself is more impossible than not. A heart that breaks with small permutations to the skin, growing more and more uneasy about the day. The idea that a soul should lift into the sky and become at peace. An eye that sees a world of pure beauty even in the most desolate of conditions.
Whether these things are myth, fantasy, or a cruel idea of a dream, it is not up to me to know.
I have frequently been told that everyone has their own truth. I can only hope that my truth is one filled with love, dreams and hope. For what are we but shells, if we do not love, we do not dream, and we do not hope.
I suppose with college admissions finally coming out this week I am getting a little sentimental.
I only hope I get into my dream college. However that seems like a fantasy even the most amazing dream will not be able to fulfill.
