Dear Diary,
I just finished an art fight attack today! Honestly, it's exciting because I'm trying to make new friends. And lo and behold--I made one! Or atleast, showed my presence some more on the internet and experienced drawing my rendition of one of their personal vulnerabilities. It's called an original character. I drew one of their original characters lol
Summarizing that, I made an effort to be friends with a stranger. I, however, have not done my second attack lmao. Either the time I'm awake seems to be getting smaller, or the length of days seem to be smaller aka time seems to be moving fast. Maybe it's one or the other, maybe it's both.
Time is such a weird concept. Is it even real? They say it's considered the fourth dimension. And a bunch of stuff talking about the space-time continuum and whatnot. I want to understand it, truly. But also, there are so many other things I want to understand that the want to study about the concept of time just went under the rug. Maybe it's for the best.
I want to live long enough to be able to understand everything about myself and the universe. That's why I take the time to meditate sometimes. Surely, other people would see that as a waste of time and God forbid I waste even a millisecond not learning anything. But something about meditation keeps me focused throughout the day when I'm at a low point.
I learned one thing about meditation before even trying to consciously meditate. That in order to know the universe, I have to understand myself. The universe is me. I'm what I'm studying about. This ego--an amalgamation of my personality, experiences, tastes, senses, identities, masks--is just an illusion. I'm so much bigger than what I experience through my senses and my thoughts. And you are, too. Because we're essentially the same.