The higher up in math you go, the more glaringly apparent it is that everything in the entirety of the universe can be explained with mathematics. That its declared as the universal language is true. But it's almost like it's a language everybody can touch and see. The weird thing is - when you reach a point in math - where you begin to see how someone could make the argument that it's all predesigned. That's a stretch for some to get to, but hear me out. If things are adding up in your life - you could argue that the "chips are falling into place" and there's a sense that this is where its suppose to be. When things aren't working out - things just are "adding up" you feel like there's been an error somewhere.

I solved some economics the other day with geometry. This fact initially disgusted me. That I'd finally done so much math that it began to overlap on each other. But really - after I thought about it - it's pretty amazing actually. Math is a language. The further up you go, the more well versed you get in it, the easier it is to understand that language and what it's trying to tell you. Secrets of the universe begin to unlock, mysteries begin to unravel. And the simplicity of it all - a formula wrapped up in another formula...... It's easy to see how some folks get lost in it, give themselves in to it.

The sad thing is - there are so many people out there who have no appreciation for learning this. Have no idea what it means to know mathematics. They wish to persue other avenues of interest, while I don't begrudge them their passions - I have to ask - can you truly appreciate the things you love if you can't see them completely?


 

It's so interesting to see all the folks you went to school with in their various stages of life. I find myself thinking of these people as still in highschool because that's where I saw them last but really - they've gone on to do exactly what I did.

I have found myself lately panicking about what happens next. That I won't have a well paying job directly out of highschool, that I won't ever get to do something enjoyable and fun that I love. Then I wonder if I'll hate my next place of living - which really is just a fear of the unknown. If experience has anything to tell me, I'll be ok. The experience will be challenging but rewarding.