The Inbetween

Life and Death. What is the middle grey area to that really? is it living? I wonder are any of us really living? We are using our youth by aquiring knowledge but truly are we gaining? I am in my last semester. I am almost done. I wonder what if I took those four years and applied it to world traveling. Would I have learned more through human interaction. The ability to learn about different cultures in person and not through textbooks assigned as course readings.

I regress to life and death. This week we are posting our families photos, putting them out in the cloud for the world to see. Strangers. Friends searching through Flickr, Facebook, and Blogger are going to know us just a little deeper. The pictures have captured our ancestors living. I am personally thankful that we have been put on this mission of thirty pictures. My grandfather may pass away any day now, but I am thankful that I have rummage and found pictures that will solidify my memories of him. I am one of the very few lucky people to have all four grandparents alive, but I will feel the pain of losing all four.

I would rather have it that way. The memories are worth the sadness that will associate with them. Yet, those days are not here. My grandparents are still inbetween. They are still laughing, complaining, and asking me when I'm going to get married. (which I always respond, not today and not tomorrow.)

The amazing thing about about death is, if we're lucky, we won't reach that time for many many years to come. Therefore, I am thankful for my college education. It is one thing to travel the world and visit world landmarks. It is another to view them knowing the history behind it. I will travel the world one day. When I do, I guarantee I will appreciate it more than anyone else standing by shrines that remain.