People

are like presents on Christmas day. Some of them are beautiful: all sparkly and shiny with bows on top. Sometimes when you find out more about them, they're every bit as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. But other times these presents can be the most disappointing, pretty wrapping doesn't necessitate a worthwhile present.
Some of the presents have boring wrapping in dull or faded colors. Yet often you find that the wrapping conceals one of the most amazing presents you could dream of receiving.
Some people like to collect others like bright, shiny packages that they will never unwrap. But what's the point of an unopened present? I like to unwrap the people around me; to remove the useless poise and outer calm. Because presents aren't about the wrapping, the giver or even the gifted; presents are about the gift itself. And what good is a gift that you don't appreciate for what it really is?

One day

One day, we're all going to die
but, if we're lucky enough, that day will be preceded by many happier days.
One day, we're all going to fail.
In fact, we'll fail many more times than just one; many have already failed.
One day, I'm going to build myself a boat and sail off into the horizon.
Not quite so inevitable as the previous, but equally possible even so.
One day, I'll discover the ultimate hypothetical.
No one I know understands why I wish to find it, but I shall find it none the less.
One day, I'll fly a plane into the sunset.
I may never return, I may never want to.
One day, I'll find a way to show the whole world what I can do.
And I won't care or worry that anyone might laugh at me.
One day, you're going to fall in love with me.
I'll be waiting impatiently for that day to come.

Questioning reality, not caring about the answers.

Why do so many people wish that they could fly?
Why can't people fly? (Aside from the obvious)
Why does it seem that as Science explains more of the world to us, the world becomes less interesting?
Why can't we just be blissfully ignorant?
Why do we keep looking for life on other planets, when we can't seem to take care of life on ours?
What is it that makes people do things that hurt themselves?
What is it that makes people do things that hurt others?
What is so bad about wanting to create a utopia?
Why do we fear those who are different?
Why do we hurt the people we fear?
Why do we learn things that will never be useful?
If you forget about something that was important to you only, is it still important?

I hab a code

I hab a code
I need a break
my node is dipping
I feel kite fate

but here I am
I'm still at school
want to go hobe
codes are nob cool

Photogaphy sucks
It sucks alot
I hab a code
Fun, it's nop

The authentic post has been put on hold

so that I can say something that is momentarily important. About that. Isn't everything only momentarily important? Something can't be important forever. Things don't last that long. And when something is gone and whoever or whatever it was that found it important is gone, doesn't that mean that is isn't important anymore?
What is importance anyway?
And is the meaning of importance important?
Should it be?
...okay now, back on topic, I have to say that which is momentarily important.
I love skiing. I really really do. (This in particular is only momentarily important. Furthermore, it shall be momentarily important for a very short moment only.)
Skiing is amazing. The weather doesn't matter. The visibility could be awful, the snow could be icy and mixed with dirt, and it could be fifty below and I would still love skiing. It's that amazing. That's all.

And another thing which is momentarily important.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. In life, I mean. I don't know where I'm going or what I'll do for a living.
This bothers me.
At the moment I think I might become an artist. Specifically a potter. Clay is every bit as amazing as skiing. But I fear I would get bored with lack of mental stimulation.
Back to the drawing bored, I guess.

So that's the end of my mentioning things which are momentarily important.