Musings... Well... Sortof

I mean i had some.
But then through trying to express how i arrived at them i became weary.
I guess as Kierkegaard would put it, i realized the burden of being unintelligible to others as a knight of faith; i can't lead you down the paths i have taken, my own lantern has burned too low for me to return and ferry others with me. But i can leave small breadcrumbs perhaps, and if the crows don't get to them first, you may have them.

My main point is this.
Maybe everybody was wrong after all.
Maybe it's not that people are "too young to know what (emotions such as) love is(/are)."
But it's that people seem to have this desire to convey things through the abstract use of sound (aka language,) and when people are younger they don't posses the same language... This is no fault of their own...
But as i look around i realize that this is what makes emotion genuine for some dumb fucking reason. And that if you can't explain something eloquently then you must not feel it. Or hell, even if you can't express it simply people don't seem to regard it; they take it as rhubarb.
And maybe, i could be crazy in saying this but just maybe, this "necessity" to make feelings heard by and explained to others ruins some of the act of actually feeling one's emotions.

I got this from the film we had to watch today in class. It was on the song "Amazing Grace," and throughout the film there are multiple interviews with people from various backgrounds. At each one of these interviews the interviewer asks each person what they believe "Grace" is.
And each person gave good answers... Or at least they sounded good, but when i stuck that dirt in my mouth it tasted a little off.
But then the person asked this 10 year old black child in the Harlem Boys Choir what he thought grace was.
And the little boy replied,
"It's like when I'm on the beach, and the wind brushes up against my hair."

Now there was some dirt actually worth covering one's self in.
So i believe in what that Hopkins woman says in her prose/story "Burned"
that love really only happens when you're young.
And i think that's so because as we get older we become more "experienced" at describing what we feel or should feel, and what he said or she said, and the other needs of being a responsible adult typically start to take hold
So we spend all this time talking about and trying to describe how we feel
that we lose some of what we were actually trying to talk about in the first place.

Ruth says i look tired.
I should probly sleep then