Experiments

Now, I know I’m not exactly the best at science (history is more my forte) but sometimes I like to think about life as an experiment. In my mind, we’re the scientists in charge of our own little life, and we’re constantly mixing together different chemicals – ideas, thoughts, opinions, motives – and trying to find out what works and what doesn’t. For what is life, if not a jumble of colors and lights orbiting a whirring, churning mind? It is so beautifully messy and perfectly chaotic that we’re allowed to experiment at will. That’s what life is all about – finding the right combinations of components to create something that you want, that makes you happy, that suits you and pleases you and fits you just right like a good pair of jeans.

Yes, a good pair of jeans – that’s a perfect analogy.

Your life should be just like a good pair of jeans.

But anyways, the other day in my science class we did an experiment involving paper airplanes. We had to make model planes, position weights on them in various places, and fly them, testing their distance. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not very good at making or throwing paper planes – I was never into that sort of thing – but I did think that the philosophical side of that lab was quite interesting. You know me, always trying to make a link between the real world and the world in my head. *chuckles*

So, just being myself, I thought about fuel and momentum and how much distance we could get out of a good, well-spent lifetime. The average human lives for over 70 years. That’s a lot of time to do a lot of things, if you spend it right.

How much mileage can you get out of your little paper airplane before it folds in on itself?

But I’m getting off track now. Yes. To conclude this post, I’m challenging you to ponder about good jeans and paper airplanes and what they really mean to you.