It’s been a while since I’ve written. I saw that someone from Australia read one of my blog posts and downloaded by CMD plots notebook. I didn’t think anyone actually reads these. The latest code I was working on involve writing code to visualize the impact of COVID-19. This was probably around the beginning of March, and to be honest, I viewed the whole pandemic as something abstract. It certainly isn’t abstract anymore.
This post will be more about my personal life, which I don’t really like to talk about much, but lately, I have felt the need to express myself, and I like to put my thoughts into words where it’s organized and doesn’t come off as a jumbled mess. Or maybe it does. Anyway.
I work at a retirement home and it’s been stressful. There is lots of anxiety and seriousness. During a meeting, as I looked around, I had the sudden realization that the people present were the ones taking care of the lives of the residents. This has always been true, but in that moment, I felt a lot of pressure and responsibility. I still do.
So much has happened lately, to the closing of restaurants, bars, events and public places; to the severe drop in the stock market and talk of trillion dollar relief stimulus packages in an attempt to preserve our way of life. It might sound dramatic, but it may be the truth. Maybe in my next few posts, I’ll talk about the current valuations of companies, since I think that’s a fun thing to do.
Lately though, I’ve been writing a lot of poetry. Which may sound a bit strange, or at least to me. I’m an Astronomer, and love learning about the universe, specifically galaxies and cosmology. Seemingly, science is about numbers and facts. Pure logic with no room for emotions. An ignorant me of the past would have even went as far as to place far more importance on science over art. To me, you had to be one or the other. You simply couldn’t do both.
However, I recently met someone that showed me that art is unique, that it is an expression of who you are and anyone can do it. That same person inspired me to become a better version of myself. I don’t have to force myself to do scientific research when my mind isn’t up to it. That it’s not a waste of time to pursue artistic endeavors, that it can be combined with scientific results to create something new. I am now on the pursuit of artistic and intellectual endeavors. And with that, I’ll drop a poem I have been working on. I liked the ending, but the beginning could use some work. Stay safe out there everyone.
Stroke of a flower
I only know of one life
Light
Life around helps me
grow.
Through the cost of their own.
Shining radiatingly slow.
In every direction.
Natural flow,
at my discretion.
No problems, just
a search for nitrodust.
My shine is loved by all
By those who don't know
My most deepest intentions.
To live is to start a timer,
from birth into dust.
To steal from the Earth,
Or shall I say take?
Many will come like me
for the stroke of a flower
is characteristingly unburdened
Accept. Become a flower.
Turn to dust,
to become everlasting.
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