Bleeps in Time
By Emily Chance
“I had this realization that we are all connected in some way, but we are also just little bleeps in a giant bleep in time,” Allen said.
“But, Allen, we are all bleeps in time. You say that you are insignificant and we don’t really matter much because that’s all we are: bleeps. Each of our tiny bleeps seems insignificant alone, yes, but some of those bleeps have major accomplishments, win wars, guide countries. Those bleeps make history, and history is still in the making,” I answer, wondering what he was trying to convey.
After pausing for a minute to assess my response, he changed his answer to fix his meaning. “But we are each tiny little bleeps in time; tiny little bleeps that are inside of other larger bleeps. We are short bleeps of Earth, and Earth is a small bleep to the galaxy, and the galaxy is a tiny bleep in the universe. What I’m trying to explain is that we are tiny bleeps that make history, yes, but we also are people who need to make the most out of the tiny bleep we have left. We need to stop stressing out and roll with the times and understand that while things may be bad, it’ll all get better, or it won’t…”
His eyes were full of wonder and excitement, the kind of excitement that came with the feeling of something clicking into place, and for once in my life, I felt like my little bleep held meaning. I realized that Allen meant that our lives may be short, and they may be hard, but we need to make the most out of what little time we have on this earth. We don’t know where we are going after this, but we need to enjoy what we have now without worrying about what the future has to hold.
Edited by London Koffler
By Emily Chance
“I had this realization that we are all connected in some way, but we are also just little bleeps in a giant bleep in time,” Allen said.
“But, Allen, we are all bleeps in time. You say that you are insignificant and we don’t really matter much because that’s all we are: bleeps. Each of our tiny bleeps seems insignificant alone, yes, but some of those bleeps have major accomplishments, win wars, guide countries. Those bleeps make history, and history is still in the making,” I answer, wondering what he was trying to convey.
After pausing for a minute to assess my response, he changed his answer to fix his meaning. “But we are each tiny little bleeps in time; tiny little bleeps that are inside of other larger bleeps. We are short bleeps of Earth, and Earth is a small bleep to the galaxy, and the galaxy is a tiny bleep in the universe. What I’m trying to explain is that we are tiny bleeps that make history, yes, but we also are people who need to make the most out of the tiny bleep we have left. We need to stop stressing out and roll with the times and understand that while things may be bad, it’ll all get better, or it won’t…”
His eyes were full of wonder and excitement, the kind of excitement that came with the feeling of something clicking into place, and for once in my life, I felt like my little bleep held meaning. I realized that Allen meant that our lives may be short, and they may be hard, but we need to make the most out of what little time we have on this earth. We don’t know where we are going after this, but we need to enjoy what we have now without worrying about what the future has to hold.
Edited by London Koffler
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