I’ve been thinking about the rocking horse as a metaphor for life recently. The premise started with seeing someone lament about life being unfair a while back. Life is unfair. Fairness is a concept we built with society I feel; but to a concept that is strived for in mankind, I somehow observe a lot of people expect out of the cosmos as a result, until one day perhaps, they realise eventually that the universe is bigger than equal dividends. Death comes to us all- sometimes too soon, sometimes too late, but I guess we’re never quite ready for it anyway.
Which brought me to the rocking horse metaphor. I spent quite a bit of my late teens/early twenties ruminating on the pointlessness of my life against the longevity of the human species (and in its turn against the universe)- I was but a speck of dust in the sands of humanity, especially considering my lack of interest in both sciences and ambition. So why was I spending time studying stuff I didn’t care about past examinations? Yes I’m totally blaming my dismal ‘A’ level results on my then existential crisis. Moving on, I’ve since been a little less affronted at my lack of control in the greater scheme of things, and have come to accept (and perhaps appreciate?) the futility of my puny little life.
So yeah, a little bit more words than I planned to blurt out, but since I’ve been tentatively opening up about what actually goes on inside my head in recent posts, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to unload just a bit more. ^^
Here have more outfit photos of an evening indulging in some of my comfortable clothes- how I’ve missed hitting up the sales at Urban Outfitters for awesome tights:
I got reacquainted with my turquoise eyeliner from Sephora that I bought four years ago just because. I think I’ve only used it that one time here.