Hello world.

Let's go back a year and a few months ago to Law, Language, and Values, a course that I'd realize was by far the fluffiest I'd encounter during my time in law school.

We're discussing whether it's cool to eat each other if, one day, we're stranded at sea.  Going through various iterations of ethics, who is worth more, is that a thing, no probably not, blah blah blah.

It's all interesting.

The problem is, I thought, we're all making the basic assumption here that there is nothing worse than death.  It is to be avoided at all costs.

That just doesn't sit well with me.  I'm not beckoning towards death; I've unfortunately had too much familiarity with it for my taste the past five or so years.  But I am saying this:

There are things much worse than death.  Take for instance, a life poorly lived.

I am not calling this "recipe for success" because I take myself that seriously or because I have any idea what success means.  I am calling this part of the innernet that because I have a sense of humor.  But also because I'm in an especially write-it-down era of my twenties.  My teenage years were spent figuring out what kind of person I'd like to be (as opposed to all the kinds of people I could be).  Early twenties attempting to execute that.  Mid twenties, I am looking around at what's happened the past few years and trying to make sense of the world.  I am asking myself what I actually want, as opposed to what the world seems to want for me.  Perhaps most importantly, I'm trying to determine what's actually possible.

It's confusing stuff.

With this in mind, I am here to recount, meditate, maybe inspire, and parse through the noise of the world to try and present what I consider to be the truth.

Let's consider this my 1+1 = 2:

You aren't good enough, nor will you ever be good enough, to warrant taking away from others.  You know what that means?  If you're stranded on a boat with someone, YOU DON'T EAT THEM.  Flex that brain as much as you want, eating your friends or strangers (proverbially, sucking out their life force a la Crystal Skull, or quite literally) is not ever going to be okay.

It's not okay if you had a hard day.  It's not okay if they're not especially beautiful.  It's not okay if they have done nothing for you.  It's not okay if they have annoyed you.  You don't eat your friends.

You just don't.