Goals
On Friday, I had a talk at work (which I’m loving, btw) with my boss. It slightly revolved around goals, but was mostly just laying out how the two of us would work together.
That’s not really related to this post. Actually, it isn’t related at all. Oh well. I changed the subtitle of this blog to be non sequitur, so if you’re reading this, you deserve it.
I’ve often thought about things I’d like to do before I die, and then recently I’ve been thinking more about where the Earth came from and how people get so convinced that someone put them together like legos. I was thinking about that earlier tonight while rocking Nate to sleep, when I thought it would be eye-opening to go to Africa.
My only fear is that I’d be eaten by lions. That’s not in jest. When I say “go to Africa,” I mean camp out in the wilderness for some extended period of time. I’d be thrown in the mix with the rest of the world, but instead of some environment like Austin where the rest of the world are techies who don’t usually require much reflection, it’d be next to buffaloes, lions, hyenas, snakes, elephants, hippos, and lots and lots of grass.
At the same time, I think it’d do a lot to remove the idea that humans were put here separately and specially. We’re just animals, who happen to be smart enough to form large civilizations. The problem is, while living in a large civilization, it’s hard to accept that. It’s hard to think that the world wasn’t just made for our consumption.
I think understanding exactly where I am in the food chain would do a lot to focus that understanding.
I’ve got a lot of other things that I’d like to do before I die, but I don’t think they’re nearly as exciting or worth writing about. Or I lost my list. Take your pick.