So I went to my Uncle Edward’s funeral this weekend. Got to see most of the family of course and hung out. It’s been a long while since I’ve
been to one. Uncle was a good person, always generous, always happy. I stayed with him a few times while I was in Michigan. Interestingly, he seemed to be remembered as a very frugal person, but I never thought of him that way. Of course it does make you ponder life and existence a little more than you normally would.
Am I doing enough to give back to my community? Is what I’m doing with my life worthwhile? It’s pretty hard to stack up to the accomplishments of others. I was reading this article on Stephen
Wolfram and lamenting the fact that I’ll just never be that smart. Is it ok to be satisfied with being who I am? I have to assume so,
otherwise billions of people would be suffering from severe depression and our suicide rate would be much higher. Is being complacent worse
than being realistic?
Also saw Ocean’s Eleven and Spiderman this weekend, both were very good.
Oh and everyone and their mother appears to be playing Morrowind. Not really my kinda game though.
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