I still remember when I was little, and I had diarrhea, I would reassure myself by thinking: "There are a finite number of times in my life that this will happen to me. One down, X to go." More recently, I've recalled hearing people say "this is my 3rd to last finals week, ever", etc. Does it help at all to know that the amount of suffering we will face in our lifetime is finite, but that the happiness we experience now is only a shadow of what's to come?
Somewhat of a tangent, but I've always wondered whether it should be called number 1.5 (because it's a cross between number 1 and number 2), or number 3 (because it's the sum of number 1 and number 2).
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i was eating my lunch at my desk when i read this entry, and now i've lost my appetite.
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