RE: From A Past Life. | LOH #242
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I did a programming course. One of the first things to do in that course was to quickly remind you of your own mortality, and to love, and to be loved. It took the simple task of taking your own life, the average life expectancy in your country, and to convert that to weeks.
Then the instructor spoke about how we have not enough weekends left to spend time with all of our loved ones, and I'm sitting there, almost crying about how many times I'll see my friends again, while just trying to learn how to code a simple calculation!
It hit way harder than it should've!
But - in my genuine experience. The people you tend to love and cherish the most in life, I've never found them when I've gone looking. They've just shown up by chance, and that platonic, romantic, or however you want to classify it, love blooms, comes back, and challenges my position as an pragmatic, stoic, grumpy man.
I love and resonate with this! Keep on loving. :) Love has to win. And yes, it seems like the bestest, proper love stories (of whatever nature they may be) don't come when you go looking.
Althought gotta say, that's one extreme approach to teaching code :)) May I ask why he felt all the drama was necessary?
I have no idea why the tutor (a she at that!) decided to remind all the students of their own mortality, but it certainly served to remind me of my own impending demise (compared to the Earth, the solar system and universe and soon) - and to fucking value each and every moment that I am present.