It is too cold to be April

As I was walking back to my hydrocarbon-consuming, carbon monoxide-spewing, massively produced product that is unaccounted for in the Gross National Product, I realized something. I noticed the average speed of sound was exactly 3.1 m/s slower than it was on this date last year. This might have been due to the fact that while I was demonstrating my bipedalism there wasn’t a natural source of light present. I also noticed that the pilomotor reflex had occurred on my forearms. This got me thinking how much longer it would be until it was inconsequential to the nitrogen gas molecules whether or not they presided in a non-natural enclosed space with regards to their velocity. Instead of digressing on how non-uniform the heat and cooling systems operate on our campus, I contemplated what time of year best represented these observations on the ambient temperature. Before a date could be determined, I realized that I am currently in the great state of Indiana. Therefore, such a determination would be lacking merit. This got me thinking on why there is so much flocculation in our weather in the first place.

This weather-related line of thought would have continued until I reached my destination, but another topic invaded my consciousness. It was prompted as I observed a fellow pursuer of higher education, and I thought what such individual was thinking at the time our paths nearly intersected. Naturally, the only thoughts that I was concerned about were the type of thoughts concerning myself. For, like the weather, I didn’t have any control over his thoughts. I had even less hope than an uneducated illiterate weatherman guessing the weather to guess what the thoughts might be. I am pretty sure that my presence created rather animosity or indifference, not curiosity or favorable acknowledgement, regardless of what I would like.

Once this realization was apparent, this led me to think about what I had control over. Around this time, I was jumping on some railroad ties that will soon be removed behind my last place of residence in Terre Haute, and obviously I realized that I was controlling my jumping on the aforementioned square cylinder shaped objects comprised mostly of cellulose. In the same token, I would have had control if I would have started running and jumping over trees in Deming Park. As the terrain changed into light colored cement between grass and a darker colored cement, another individual’s path almost crossed my own. This person however was moving at a much higher rate of speed, but thankfully his path didn’t cross my own. For if it would have, there would have been a tremendous amount of force suddenly placed on my torso. Most alarmingly, I realized that there wasn’t any action besides getting out of his way to prevent such action.

What sort of things do we have control over in our lives? Right now I am controlling what words I am typing, but I have no control on who will read them. I have no ultimate control on how these words will be interpreted. If prompted I can explain why I choose the examples I used, or tell you exactly what I meant in any passage. It is impossible for my own interpretation of this writing, regardless of how much verbal explaining I do, to be identical to your own. Likewise, the exact connotations of the each word used in a conversation between two indiviudals will never be synonymous between them. It never ceases to amaze me the complexity of the involuntary bodily functions that are constantly operating in our bodies, and by the very nature of the word “involuntary” we have no control over them.

As far as I can tell, there are more things that we don’t have control over in our lives. We can only control our actions but cannot control any consequences of said actions. Another way to state that: the only thing that we control is how we spend our time. There are many times in my life I have heard about the loss of our natural resources. In my opinion our most precious resource is our time here on this planet, and it is the only one certain to run out in your lifetime. For the only thing guaranteed in life is that it will end. I just hope that I am spending my time advantageously.