As many people know, there is a refugee crisis right now. Lots of refugees that no one wants to help. You may also know that the Red Cross has asked for blood donations, as their blood supply is critically low. Though you may not think so, these two crises have something in common.
I’d like to think about the phrase The broken clock is right twice a day. We all know that the hands of a broken clock stay just where they were when the battery died, or whatever happened that caused it to stop working. But at that time, every day, the clock is right again. Does it stop being broken for that minute?
Today, I planned a journey. Not anywhere I haven’t been, though it may take me there. Okay. We’re going to catch Pokemon. before you judge me for being an adult and playing this game, remember that I grew up with Pokemon. I have a whole binder full of the cards that I collected when I was five. You can’t imagine the number of Squirtles that I have. He was my favorite.
So we planned this journey. And catching Pokemon has to be a journey for us because our house is no where near a road, so Pokemon don’t show up here often. We have to drive into town and walk around. It’s a process. There’s only one problem.
The first thing that came to my mind when I saw this prompt was the flooding in West Virginia. If you haven’t heard, much of southern WV has experienced severe flooding, causing widespread damage, and a rising death toll of over 20. Thousands of houses and businesses are destroyed or severely damaged.
This, while a terrible tragedy, is a good reminder of the thorns on a rose. Water is vital, but destructive. We need it to survive. If we don’t get enough, we die, and as these floods have reminded us, if we get too much, we die. Water is something that most of us see as harmless, and in these summer months, we see it as a refuge from the hot sun. But many in West Virginia have probably seen enough water, at least for a while.
For this prompt, I’d like to share a quote. It was published in a book called This Star Won’t Go Out, which is a collection of writings by and about Esther Earl.
Where even a sliver of love exists, the thinnest of hopes has room to grow.
– Wayne Earl
You’ve just won $1 billion dollars in the local lottery. You do not have to pay tax on your winnings. How will you spend the money?
This seems to be asked as if it were some philosophical question. But it’s not. Not really.
What does it say about humans today that these are the questions that stump us, or make us spend time thinking of the best answer?
Tell us about something you’ve done that you would advise a friend never to do.
Procrastinate. To be more specific, procrastinate big things. To put off doing the dishes is one thing, but when it come to things that take a lot of work, planning, or scheduling, don’t put it off.
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
I think most people make this discovery in their late teenage years. Children recognize that humans are not immortal, but because of their youth, feel that they will not die. At that age, dying is for old people, which they will never become.
Teenagers are famous for their invincibility. But it is in the late teen years, I mean 17, 18, and 19, that kids become aware of their own mortality. Unfortunately this usually comes with the death of a friend, or young person they know.
However, on uncommon occasion, young children are exposed to the death of another young child. This is how I was introduced to my mortality.
Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it? Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of? Tell us how you work best.
To answer the first question, yes. I both thrive and crumble. But how, you ask, is that possible? Well, I crumble when I realize that my deadline is coming up, but then I pull myself together at the last minute. I tell myself that I can do this, and I will. Then I do.
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I think both types of memories have a different emotion associated with them. Newer ones create a more excited feeling, whereas older ones make us a little more nostalgic. Now, of course, every emotion is different, and creates a different emotion. You won’t get excited thinking about your recent break-up, unless, for some reason, you do. Maybe it was a bad relationship and you’re happy to be rid of that jerk.