become an archaeologist

I was young I’ve always wondered why we’re the way we are. What happened that got us here. Y’know. I’ve also always had this intense sense of curiosity, wonder and awe at mystery. It’s such a presence. It heals us, hurts us, empowers us and scares us. WHat is it about mystery that amazes me? It’s the very concept of it being a huge question with no answer and I may or may not find it but atleast I’m searching. I have always envisioned myself walking among ancient ruin and I’ve always seen that idea as beautiful because the ruins are a symbol of end, death and cycles and here I (or any living person) am, walking among the dead yet I’m so alive and full of promise. Past and present. There I am, what the past would have seen as the future. Yet those ruins remain the past. And I’m on a journey where I will eventually join them.