The barely hidden themes and metaphors of this story show purpose and questioning, themes that I have been too much of a coward to address in my teenage years. These stories make me look at a theme that is becoming all to obvious to me throughout this class: WHY?
I have always gotten a tad dizzy when focusing on the universe and the purpose of it all. It's all so heavy and exhausting. I avoided it for many years, instead focusing on my small world and my goings on and thinking only about what happened in my snow globe of a life. The "why" is too big for me sometimes. I can relate to the swimming mass because I have no clue where I'm going sometimes. I need direction, just like everyone else.
It's too big. I give up, can't handle it.
But at the same time, I have found comfort in the unknown. Knowing can sometimes be a curse. A relative with stage four cancer knows their fate, whereas I could die tomorrow in a car accident. The little sperm questions it's course, the why, when for some the why isn't of import. Faith comes into play. Why do we have faith, when there are facts? Why are facts unimportant? Are facts unimportant? It all varies from person to person.
So know I'm asking my question once again: What's the point? Why?
I'm not as scared to ask anymore. Or maybe, I'm just as scared, but I'm ready to start my odyssey, to try and find an answer.
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