Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Hello World


Yes, I’ve been learning C++.

But anyway, there is some big news that I have for everybody. Coming March (or April), we’ll be heading back to the States for a month. Then in August (or something like that) we’ll be going back for real. About 6 months. Then we’ll be going back in forth—six months here, six months in USA. So I’ve been wondering, should I continue this blog while in America? I mean, The Traveler is just about my travels in other places. If I’m gonna be home, what’ll my posts be like? Like this, maybe:

Sitting Down
Hey, I’m sitting down! I’ve been experiencing real crazy stuff like, yesterday, my Cheerios were not actually Cheerios! I thought they were Cheerios until I tasted them, and then I saw…they were actually Fruit Loops! I should’ve gotten a clue from the box but I was sorta out of it that day. Anyway, my dog chased this squirrel all around the yard and that was totally

Yeah, something like that.  I might as well become a Twitter addict if my posts become like that. But I thought of something. Maybe continuing the blog in America isn’t such a bad idea. I mean, I’ve been looking at the people who have been visiting my site, and a lot are from England, China, all kinds of places. I guess it would be cool for them to read about an American kid’s view on American life. I don’t know, I think it could work. Write about America in America for the world, write about Nigeria in Nigeria for Americans. It’s not the most unique thing in the world but for teens like me who are interested in different places it would be a useful guide. Even people in California might want to hear about my experience in North Carolina. So you get my drift. I think it could work.

Signing off,
The Traveler

Friday, January 11, 2013

A Little Philosophical Stuff


So I’ve been sick for a while,
A week or so to be exact. Obviously, it’s not been fun. The sickness is like a combination between a really, REALLY bad cold and malaria. The first day I had a sore throat. Second day, my sinuses were so messed up that if I bent down I felt as if my head would split open. Third to seventh day: migraines, and my chest was so constricted that if I walked from the living room to our gate, I’d have to stop and take a break for a couple of minutes before going back inside. And here’s where things get a little interesting; I learned something from this. Actually, I’m happy that my chest was so constricted I could barely breathe. Why? I learned a valuable lesson which takes most people years to learn. You have to take things slowly. I know you’re probably saying, “well duh. Of course.” But really, it was a big lesson for me. Your goal will still be there even if you take a while to get there. That doesn’t mean that you should procrastinate! I’m completely against that. But don’t kill yourself in the process of getting to wherever you’re trying to get to. Oh yeah, speaking of killing yourself, I was watching Inception with some friends a few days ago, and we paused it to go get something, don’t remember what. We were at that part with the crazy wife lady inside DiCaprio’s head. And she was talking about how she should kill herself so she can wake up, back to reality. Even though she already was in reality. And my friend said, “You know, I sometimes feel like that. I mean, reality could be one big dream that someone’s having.” So that’s the big problem that people have been battling with for centuries. Is reality real. Are we figments of someone’s imagination. Is there an afterlife. Blah blah blah. Well, if you’d ask me, “Hey Traveller, what do you think of this whole reality thing?” I’d say, “I dunno.” Because I don’t. And here’s the best part: to me, it doesn’t matter that much. If we’re in a dream or even a simulation like the Matrix, our fantasy world isn’t any less real than whatever lies beyond. This has been said over and over again, even scientifically. Look at it from a scientific point of view: whatever your senses report to your brain is pretty much your reality. I mean, you’re reading this using some sort of electronic device. Your eyes are reading these words, and because your eyes can see them you instantly believe that they’re a part of your reality. And your skin can feel your clothes. You believe that your clothes a part of your reality. If you perceive your world through your senses then that is your reality. Even your dreams are realities. I can feel and see things in dreams. Why should they be any less real than right here, right now? You could say that dreams don’t usually incorporate all five senses. So if I blindfold you, you can’t see. Does that mean that the world around you isn’t real anymore? The dream realities are weird, I have to admit. I mean, sometimes even the laws of physics don’t even apply. But all I’m trying to say is anything that sends information through your senses to your brain is a part of your reality. I guess what I’m trying to say is that even if this universe is a dream or a super advanced version of the Sims, that’s fine. It’s not going to make a difference to you or me. But that also means something else. If you believe in an afterlife or reincarnation, I don’t believe you should sitting around to die so you can move on to the next phase. Because if you think the way I was saying, you know about every reality is a reality, then this phase is just as important as the other. The grass is not greener on the other side. Even if it is, like I said earlier, take your time. If you don’t how will you be able to enjoy anything?

Signing off,
The Traveller