Small-ness

I want to make games.
I will make games.

Being back at school has helped the creative flow so much. Last night at 3am I turned my light on suddenly and dug through my room for a notebook and a pen to scratch down a design concept that I maybe/possibly could conceivably create. A large part of it may have to be left out because of scope (and my current inability to implement design into something visual... but that will change with time). This idea will motivate me to do the extra mile -- aside from the UN project and school work, which will take many many miles of effort next year.

But the stress is secondary. It's the experience. It's being wrapped up in something that is so beyond -me-. Something that is more than just the singular; it is the plural, the entirety of man.


Staring at the cloudy meteor shower (sounds like that worked out well, right?) reminded me of how small I am, and this feeling has permeated into my brain ever since last night. That's the wonder of space, I suppose. It never fails to remind me of how small we all are, despite how large we can seem.