Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Average Human Heart

The average human heart will beat 103,680 times over the course of a day.

The average human heart is about the size of your fist. It usually weighs no more than 300 grams and works till we die. Over the course of a lifetime the average human heart will pump 3 supertankers full of blood.

There have been times in my life when I have felt my average human heart grow 3 times the size it's supposed to, giving me strength and courage to do the things it feels needs to be done. I have felt my average human heart feel emotions that I didn't know I could feel, much less describe in words. We use words such as joy, triumph, misery, pain, peace, longing, and love to describe the emotions that the heart produces.

I have felt my average human heart hide behind barbed wire, and fences, cautious to leave it's protected quarters in order to protect itself from the unknown. I have also felt my average human heart throw itself willingly into the boxing ring for 40 rounds in order to fight for things it wants.
They say your heart has the ability to give itself away to the people, and the things it loves. Some say they left their heart in San Francisco, New York, Boston, Paris, or Rome. Some say their heart is no longer whole.

The average human heart works diligently, constantly, and patiently all day every day. It never goes on strike asking for more pay to keep us alive. It never casts upon us outrageous demands like better working hours, or a company car.

The average human heart beats 103,680 times a day. Most of us will never feel or pay attention to any of those beats. It just carries out the job that is required of it quietly, effectively, and efficiently. It will take a beating over the course of a lifetime, all for our expense and benefit.

An average human heart is not average at all.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I got a feeling

With the first semester of school almost in the books I am rapidly approaching my last final. For the past few weeks many people have referenced the feeling that you get as you walk out of your last final. It has been described as magical, relieving, the best, and incredible. Even after a final that people don't say they did particularly well in, they can say at least it's over. I am getting my first taste of being done with classes, that I don't really have much interest in pursuing, forever. So as I rap up this semester I say so long, and farewell, to those classes I hope to never have to worry about again.