Time is a
very limited thing; everything dies either slowly or all at once. A very morbid
view, I know. But the acknowledgement of death I feel is the first step to
truly living, for you can’t truly live if you fear to die. Life is a very
precious thing that needs to be held with certain fragility, but yet it needs
to be pushed past all its boundaries.
Time is a
very limited thing that ahs pushed me outside of many comfort zones. Death, for
better or worse, has taught me how to live. What an oxymoron that is! In the
past four years, I have conquered more fear than I ever expected. Personally, I
am terrified of heights, but only the going up part. Those 55 seconds on Nitro
as we slowly clink, clink, clink to the top terrifies the bleep out of me. But
once I'm at the top, it’s the greatest feeling and the most freedom I have
experienced in my life. Whether its on the top of a rollercoaster, Bunker Hill
in Gettysburg, or the highest peak in Portugal, looking around and taking in
the beauty that is, in my eyes, only portrayed with height, makes facing my
fear worthwhile.
I love reading. Weirdly, I read the
last page of a book to determine if it’s any good. I have this personal theory
(there is the scientist in me) that if you cannot determine the storyline of
the book based off the last page, then it’s a book worth reading, a book worth
my precious time. So in my everyday life I try to break the constraints of
time, to capture all that I can of this twisted beautiful life.
Time is a
very limited thing; everything dies either slowly or all at once. A very morbid
view, I know. But the acknowledgement of death I feel is the first step to
truly living, for you can’t truly live if you fear to die. Life is a very
precious thing that needs to be held with certain fragility, but yet it needs
to be pushed past all its boundaries.
Time is a
very limited thing; I have learned unfortunately. Life can be taken without
forewarning, swept away in a flood, torn apart by a twister, one breath in, no
breath out. My second semester of freshman year begins the same way my second
semester of freshman year did four years ago. Watching and waiting, struggling
between patience and frustration at time, at having no solution, at having
nothing left to lose because you have lost too much. Watching and waiting as
the life slowly drains out of a body. The only difference is four years ago it
was a young body, which was able of mind, barely alive long enough to live, was
taken away the same way old body will be. Old body filled with life and wisdom,
how is not afraid to leave this earth, who has made peace.
Time is a
very limited thing that ahs pushed me outside of many comfort zones. Death, for
better or worse, has taught me how to live. What an oxymoron that is! In the
past four years, I have conquered more fear than I ever expected. Personally, I
am terrified of heights, but only the going up part. Those 55 seconds on Nitro
as we slowly clink, clink, clink to the top terrifies the bleep out of me. But
once I'm at the top, it’s the greatest feeling and the most freedom I have
experienced in my life. Whether its on the top of a rollercoaster, Bunker Hill
in Gettysburg, or the highest peak in Portugal, looking around and taking in
the beauty that is, in my eyes, only portrayed with height, makes facing my
fear worthwhile.
Time is a
limited thing. There is no time to do what you do not love. I am discovering
here at Rutgers, the place where I swore I was not going to college, that doing
what you love despite not knowing what lies beyond the diploma, should not halt
you from pursuing what you love. I am currently a Biological Science major who
loves producing theatre, and watching spoken word poetry. One part of me craves
a research lab to help me determine the answers to my never ending expansion of
questions and if you only have answers left, start finding a new topic to
question. The other craves endless amounts of scripts, with never-ending notes
being scribbles about and the countless hours poured into one performance.
I love reading. Weirdly, I read the
last page of a book to determine if it’s any good. I have this personal theory
(there is the scientist in me) that if you cannot determine the storyline of
the book based off the last page, then it’s a book worth reading, a book worth
my precious time. So in my everyday life I try to break the constraints of
time, to capture all that I can of this twisted beautiful life.
P.S. I left some Spoken Word for you guys.
I started reading without knowing who it was. The truth is I was attracted by the title of your blog and the clocks at the background, that I didn't read who was the author. It wasn't until I read Portugal, that I knew is was you, Nicole. I just wanted to tell you that you're still young. Yes, indeed we get old every second it passes, but that doesn't mean we are dying. You see, death is a thing of the mind rather than a physical thing. You can be 80 years old and still be radiant and more alive than a 20-year-old person. Death is complicated, but time doesn't define it. Our minds define how alive, or how dead or soon to be we are. That's why you are right, we should do what we love because by doing so we die slower. There is a scientist in every single one of us, but not all of us are meant to be in a lab seeking answers. Sometimes we are a scientist of life. We seek answers and develop questions, find cures to our own life, and/or the people who are around us. Theater can be your lab, and your performance can be the answers and the cure to your own death, or to one or ten people in the audience. Don't sit down and let time pass, because by doing so, even though time will pass slower, your death will come faster. I wish you the best of luck, and that you follow your wise advice and do what you love.
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