I've been thinking a lot about the past and the future.
I keep trying to stay in the present, but it's difficult.
School doesn't even feel like an option and I've stayed home for the past two days.
But I have been... cultured.
Wednesday I went to the Art Museum
I sat on a bench and wondered how people can be intrigued by modern art.
That wondering didn't last long for I was suddenly drawn into the most amazing painting.
It spoke to me, it was me.
Thursday (today) I went to the Provo Temple.
It is magnificent.
On the way home, I stopped at the cemetery and thought about things.
Mostly the future and the past.
I wondered about the people buried there and what their lives had been like.
I thought about where I would like to be buried, or if I want my ashes thrown into the sea.
I feel good though even if this post may seem melancholy.
Just thinking a lot can bring things into perspective.
Can open a window of thoughts you can fly with.
It's freeing in a sense.
"A human life is a story told by God" - Hans Christian Anderson