They all look in awe, to see what is inside the glass case.
The children are looking at the objects and seeing the beauty of the world that
used to be. This museum is a trip to a world that was something so different
than now. These museums are the anecdotes of a time that has been buried in the
ground or books for hundreds of years, now out for the public to see. Each of
these fossils have a story, and each cannot be told anymore because all they
have left to show is their bones. I wonder why it is a museum that people look
and see with awe, when in present day we do everything we can to destroy it
with pollution. What would all these ancestors of life have to say? Good people
preserve their life, so 4 year olds can look at their might. But in the end, they
are just bones. Looking at the past, do they see that? These three toed horses
couldn’t have imagine a smartphone dominating the attention of the futures
children. I wonder what life was like for them? They didn’t have the time or
the resources to worry about student loans or what major to be. Was it better
for them? Or do they miss out? Its hard to imagine a world that has these
creatures. To the eye they look like monsters. Given humans, and there recent
history, what would they call us. What would they call nuclear bombs? Maybe
their ignorance is bliss and once again we are only left with some of their
bones.
14th and P
Streets are paths to going somewhere. The people that
commute in cars, bike, or shoes feel the need to get somewhere. I wonder how
many experiences looking forward can lose. What if you missed seeing a squirrel
running up a tree to collect something, or a small smile that stranger gave.
You always want to get to where you want to go in life, but I wonder how much
time we spend looking out the window. I think a lot of adolescent life is
wondering how can I get notices later in life, and how can I change the world.
What if it starts with that observation? I think observing can help when a man
stands there with a cardboard sign and a solemn face, and hasn’t been looked at
once in the 5 minutes that I have sat here. Is it our fears that control our
thinking, and wonder all the negative of what is going around us? And is it
that thing we are walking to that seems so much better? The walkways are
crowded with destinations, like a public transportation system. If our paths
met like a web, what would be different? He is finally met with the goodness of
a stranger. And the people look at it like a reality tv show. Are we so close
in contact with it that we don’t feel the need to act? Whatever it is that
holds us back, is it our business to worry if it is for the good? I know people
worry that they take advantage of you, but if you have the heart to give, there
is hopefully more where that came from.
bus stop
This is a
destination and a stop. The gates in front show the possibilities of a
university, and an across the street is something to go to, so you can leave. I
wonder if college is for everyone. I wonder about the man you works in construction
and that is all he wanted to do. I wonder about the dreamer who’s colors are too
bright for the halls of a classroom. Is it really that much of a saving place?
Doesn’t it start with your mind, and this university is a place to amplify? I
think going to college is fantastic opportunity, but it is what we do there
that does its good. That is probably why the gates are there, to hopefully be
open to welcoming and providing mental health. I hope it isn’t a fortified castle
that is worth it to me.
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