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Aug 11th Future Imperfect Write a story or poem about what these two words could mean. Include some elements from your real life. Future Imperfect = Future Uncertain? Perfect Future = Utopia? I find myself struggling with these Creation Saturdays, especially when I am down to the wire to come up with something to write, write it, and post it before the end of the day. Anecdotes relating to the prompt come to me like slow molasses, and by the time I think of something, it is often too late. I never know what crazy life dilemmas or outrageous family activities will pop into my day and interrupt the time I had planned to spend think, think, thinking about the Creation Saturday prompts. Nothing is ever certain and the future can never be perfect because if we knew the exact path our lives would take, we would live in a Utopia. Haha! There! I knew if I kept writing, something would come to me. Life loves to throw curve balls and the fun in life does not come from avoiding these curve balls entirely, it comes from dodging them at the last minute or working to heal sore bruises after an unfortunate hit. Just today, I started reading Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse-Five" in which the main character, Billy, does not live in a single moment in time. He lives he entire life at once, from the moment he was born to the moment he dies, he can see all of it, intertwined like a train of events. But, unlike normal humans, this train does not progress sequentially, it progresses up and down, forward and back, left to right and all happens at the same time. Though Billy knows exactly what will happen to him in his life and when, his future is imperfect because that is simply the way of humans. Humans are imperfect, life is imperfect, perfection itself is imperfect as flawlessness is witnessed through the eyes of the beholder. Shifting gears a bit, the marriage of a man and a woman connotes a feeling of bliss and a perfect future together. After all, isn't that why they are getting married? Because they believe in the perfect future together? Not to be a party pooper, but perfect futures simply do not exist. Near perfection is often the highest people can reach in their life, but someone's life can never be truly perfect to the core because then the person would no longer be living; they would be in eternal bliss. And you all know what I mean by that. Wowza, somewhere along the line this post crossed into the arena of morbid. Not my intention, I swear. All I mean to say is that perfection is like the utmost pinnacle of success, and once you reach it, there is no where else to go. The journey to that pinnacle is called living, but if you happen to end world hunger, cure cancer, provide world peace, and numerous other things that are beyond the normal person's scope of control before you die, then you are worthy of the perfect future. But then, there is nothing left to live for, is there? In other news: Like I said, I started reading Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse-Five" today. I'm already halfway done (100 pages read so far) and here is the English assignment for it: Write a timed essay in response to the following prompt (give yourself 25 minutes to prepare (organize, find textual evidence, and sketch an outline) and an hour to write: Tone is the author’s attitude toward his subject matter. What is the author’s tone in this novel and what literary devices does he employ to create this tone? Use smoothly integrated and correctly cited textual evidence to support your points. It was also my cousin's wedding today. The ceremony was short and sweet, but the dinner afterward seemed to drag on and on and on and on! The food wasn't even that good and there was no cake.  Dream and Meditation Log Dream Log: Again I was a contestant in an elimination type TV show, but this time I left in the middle of the night. I was really stressed out because I was struggling to cram all my stuff into these two huge suitcases and was determined to leave at exactly 2 AM. I thought I had to be somewhere early in the morning. I also remembered two real life events within my dream. I knew that today was the wedding, and tomorrow was my grandma's birthday party, and for some reason, both these event were stressing me out really badly because I needed to be early to them, but my stuff wouldn't fit in my bags. There was also something weird hat happened that wasn't a dream, but I thought it was. This morning, my mom came into our room and said something about wanting us to walk down to the coffee shop in town to meet up with them at 9 o'clock. I asked where and what time it was now. She said it was eight and told me where the coffee place was. I apparently agreed to walk down at 9, but then fell back asleep only to awake at 9:05. I remembered the conversation, but I honestly, honestly couldn't remember if it was a dream or real life. I ended up staying in bed.  Meditation Log: I did some silent meditation again today for about 12 minutes. I think tomorrow I'll go back to using the binaurals and see how their absence has affected me. ~Emily |
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