Justice and Zissou

Why does my room stink?
I mean, I walk in here, expecting a nice, calming, productive scene and I get stink. But, really its okay because I get used to incredibly quickly and don’t actually do anything about it. I suppose that’s like life in a sense. I make all these commitments and goals to myself, while of course, I am away and displaced from reality (or experiencing actual reality? I don’t know) and then I get back here and I just end up getting caught up in it all again and I don’t actually make any progress. Its like playing checkers. You know, you move forward a bit and then you move sideways to sidestep the inevitability that you are going to get jumped and taken out. Dodge, and retreat. That’s kind of how I feel about it all right now. I suppose this sick dream I have of actually making a difference and my espoused goal of traveling the world…its like my stinky room. I just get used to being back here and don’t do anything except complain about how I want to leave again. I suppose education is a necessary step, so I am doing something. But I always here about these people that are doing all these amazing things, just got thrown into it and here I am slaving away at this education that I am coming to loathe.

And then there is Zissou. He’s kind of got it made. Got his little bowl, a hand to sprinkle some food in, no more needs than that. Just swim around a bit, look pretty and don’t die too early are his priorities.

So I have to write this essay on justice and reconciliation with an unjust society, having to do with the Socratic definition of justice...keeping to yourself...pretty hard to do in this highly social atmosphere I am living in at the moment. So basically, what I came down to was that you have to have hope. Because, thats how Socrates ends the quote and it seems to make sense to me. Thats pretty hard to do though, when you are caught up in it all, but I've got nothing else right now.