History is a wonderfully weird thing. History concerns time, and that in itself is stupid enough. All around us are testaments to ways of life, ancient stories, amazing feats; it's everywhere. Spending 3 weeks in one of the most well-recorded, history-filled places on this earth, I had the opportunity to observe and think about all the things that had happened right where I stood.

Funnily enough, it didn't strike a chord with me. Problem was, it wasn't happening as a stood there. I wasn't a part of it. It did, however, make me wonder about the current state of today's history-making. Nothing much ever happens anymore, save the loss of lives most often due to some idiot's poor decision making that you hear about on the news from time to time (by which I mean daily), but you don't have to be a genius to figure out that it doesn't contribute much to our society. Are we in a dark age in which we are incapable of reaching milestones in our lives as a species; an age in which we cease to make history? Are we naive enough to convince ourselves that there is no more history to be made, that there are no more barriers to break?

All I know is that, after progressing at such speeds, if there is no going forwards, there certainly is a long way to fall. The human race is very capable of destruction, and I just hope that we don't turn to that in lieu of "history making".

I think knowing that, essentially, none of this will matter in retrospect, is a real consolation for me. In a way, it makes me care [stress] less, but in a way it makes me want to live for myself and not for anyone else. I want to do what makes me happy, and simply hope that other people get something out of what I do for myself. When I get to the end of this life, I want to remember all the great things, and I want to say, "Yeah, that was damn cool." I want to find a million wrinkles on my face and think, "Yeah, that was damn funny." I want my life to be worth genuinely believing it when I say, "Yeah, let's go again."