My favorite professor in Rome always tells us the stories of Classical Mythology with the phrase “life goes on”. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from studying abroad, from the ancient Greeks, from my life, it is that life truly does goes on.
Oedipus killed his father and married his mother. Medea killed her children and disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Actaeon was ripped apart by his own hunting dogs. But the world kept spinning.
Whether you’re having a bad day, a bad week, or even a bad year-it will end eventually. And the flip side of the coin is that the good stuff ends too. So all we can really do is enjoy the pleasures of life while they’re here- our friends, Arrested Development, puppies, a fence in the middle of Rome with lilac climbing all over it, reunions at the airport, strawberry ice cream, lying in the grass under the stars, clean laundry, crunchy autumn leaves, and of course, family. Life goes on and if we miss the stuff that makes it worth living, then what’s the point?
I sound like a total sap-which I’m not. I have days where I hate everybody, don’t want to get out of bed, shoot people dirty looks just because they seem chipper. But the past years of my life have gone very, very fast and sometimes very, very slow. I’ve had the best times of my life and I’ve also had some of the worst. A lot of my problems were solved with a piece of chocolate and a magazine-sometimes they weren’t. But the sun still rose in the east and set in the west. Someday (hopefully many years from now) I’ll die and the best I can ask for is that future generations of humans, human/alien hybrids, perhaps even robots, will know that life goes on.
Nananana life goes on.
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