The beautiful, absolute world of mathematics mocks my relentless imperfection...
And the inexorable call of death mocks my mortal limitations,
reminding me, my time is short; I can do anything, but not everything.
"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice"
To what do I set my mind, my very life?
Days slip by unrecorded, my focus on other priorities; on study, scores of 100%, cooking, cleaning myself, maintaining some basic standard of health and happiness, talking with my roommates...
The physical law that there are only 24 hours in each day, 356 days in a year, and only so many years in a lifetime... Although that number is not set, it seems to close in like a ceiling, and cause me great claustrophobia. The x variable glares down at me from an unknown height, declaring with historical empiricality an extremely low chance of anything over 100.
100 years seems so short a time when one thinks of all the things there are to learn, and improve...
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