Elephant

The dwarf spoke, "All truth is crooked."

Every time I ask the question, "What is true?" I inevitably end with the same answer: nothing. Aside from obvious physical truths, I can never seem to find objectivity in anything. In politics, in creation, in purpose, I always stop before this great, unbreachable wall, feeling that if only I could scale it, or break it, or peep through a crack in it, everything would be resolved.

Some simply ignore the elephant in the room. Others defer to the judgment of higher powers. I guess I do neither, finding little certainty or comfort, anxiously keeping my eyes on the elephant as I continue on past it. But it follows me for the most part, only leaving me when the room grows too hot or too dark. Yet as I've moved forward, we've grown closer, and I've realized that the elephant isn't a problem unless I make it to be one; it's just there, and there's really nothing I can do about it.

So does it really matter what happens to Schrodinger's cat? Does it really matter if there's anything behind the big wall obstructing truth?

Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't.

Choices

In Notes from The Underground, Dostoevsky satirizes an ideal "crystal palace" and the consequences of having such a utopia. In this crystal palace, where every problem has been remedied and only peace exists, individuals would begin to defy the norm simply to exert free will.

Well, lately I've been feeling like one of those individuals. With college admissions coming up soon, I know I'll have very little choice in deciding which one I attend, as the decision will be coming from my parents. They will want me to fulfill their idea of the "crystal palace"-what they think is best for me. And just like the "crystal palace," which is ideal in the eyes of many, a lot of people would be happy to be in my situation. However, I find myself discontent, wanting to disrupt the order of the crystal palace if only to have the power of choice. I find myself not necessarily acting in my best interest, but instead acting to show that I have some semblance of free will.