I'm so addicted to Smallville it's not even funny.
I finally got caught up on the 6 episodes I was behind on.
Holy crap. I don't think I've ever seen a better episode of that show than "Promise."
It was the stuff Grey's Anatomy episodes are made of (IE, the good stuff)
Although I'm not really feeling the direction Grey's is taking. I miss the second season.
It feels weird looking back on your life. Seeing things and people that were once important, integral parts of your life slide into the scope of nothingness. Completely obsolete; now replaced with other things. Seeing how things used to be is hard because you have to come face-to-face with the realization that nothing is forever. Except maybe Herpes. You have to accept that things change and people change. In the quiet, in the stillness, we're able to escape back in time, but that's merely escapism and not reality. I guess you could always avoid the disillusion of reality by chasing down every other temporary high, but aren't those just fleeting glimpses of happiness? I guess we can't truly be happy until we learn to accept our own susceptibility to evolution of character, and lack of immortality. Things change, seasons come and go, people change, people die out. We need to learn that nothing can last, least of all situations. Once we realize that I think we're finally able to appreciate the moments we live. In certain moments we feel infinite, but we aren't, and least of all the moment isn't infinite. We all move forward, but towards what? Death? Life? Some kind of revelation about the true nature of humans? About the nature of God? We go through life, experiencing pitfalls and euphoria, we trudge along the path of time calling it "progress" but what are we really progressing to? Does anyone really know?
Things change. We can't hold on to them forever. What was once "cool" becomes "hot" what we classify as "in" then becomes "far out" and things continue to interchange their titles, coming back and then making their exit, just to hide in the wings before reappearing. Are the Pussycat Dolls always going to be popular? Are iPods always going to be cool? Other things come along and steal their title, and then they fade as well, just like our lives from year to year. People always make observations about how other people have changed from what they used to be, but what does it mean when we can observe this change in ourselves? Does it mean we've changed so much we can't even recognize ourselves and are forced to compare ourselves to the fragments we used to be? Or is it simply a sign of maturity, stepping in and allowing us to observe things from a different perspective? Whatever it is, I know I've changed, even just from this time last year. The things that were once at the centre of my universe have been sucked into blackholes. Will they ever come back? No one knows the nature of blackholes, so I guess only time knows. How ironic that what takes and changes, is the only thing that will show you what comes back. The culprit for our evolution of self is the only thing that can also allow us return to what, where and how we used to be. I'll miss these moments, but I know more will come. Does that make my a cynic or a realist? Does accepting these truths take anymore away from what we go through. Knowing that things are not going to last long and will ultimately fade into the dark side of our memories is perhaps both the greatest weapon for survival and the greatest source of sadness humans possess.
