Home movies

I'm 21, almost 22 right now, just finished watching Home Movies and I probably sound like a bit of a nutjob writing this, but I had a lot to think about from a cartoon about making art that isn't mean to be seen.

Over time I have learned that life is very absurd and you should laugh at yourself more often. Even sad stuff, over time, no longer has power on you. In the end it's just you and the moments that forged you. Even if people, things and places are longtime gone, they don't stop existing and flow through your art and way of being. Is there a meaning? Only the one you wanna give it.

It's those kinds of things that can't be put in words, nor shouldn't. The present is infinitely bigger than you or all the physical things. All the actions and words. I still get teary eyed when I remember I will, one day, leave all of this behind; when I remember that my loved ones will be gone and the world is no longer as I knew it. That is okay, though. With the current melancholy I feel, at the bottom of my heart, I realize it's even a very clean sadness. That nothing is really wrong when a chapter is closed. That the new world in front of us, new babies being born, will become the new memories for millions of people and that we, you and me, are another drop in this river.

When I'm 40 or 50 I will be living a new reality. I do not fear my death or my aging. It's not worth it timeskipping when it's not really about the destination, but experiencing the journey. You are alive and life exist without adjective.