Study, study. Filling the hours with learning medical jargon, diagnoses, and treatment creates a structure in my life that rarely leaves me the space and time to deliberate why I am here. On the planet, that is. All religion aside, don’t you sometimes find it baffling, human existence? What the heck are we doing here, and where are we even? What is this universe and where are its boundaries? What are outside those boundaries? What made us, and is there a purpose? Should I just treat my life like a playground because I’ll never really scientifically know the answer? What the heck?
I am lying; I think about this all the time, in the simplest, most unintellectual of ways. I was driving my car in the mall parking lot, picking up a pair of hemmed pants, with my face scrunched up thinking about these questions.