What draws people to the things they like, their passions? Is it simply coincidence, a random kind of drawing to each individual, is it memories? Things that you may not even realize take a subconscious toll on your life, is it things that you’re good at, you’re attracted to something that you know. I think it’s a mix of everything.

About three minutes ago I was sitting at my kitchen table, eating a delectable lemon square. I have always loved lemon squares, the color, the difference in textures from one layer to the next, and how they all draw together from the beginning. And I was thinking about writing this in a blog, asking that basic question, what draws us?

My parents love culture, art, the sciences, everything, and love having speakers come to our house. Today we had maybe one of the greatest experiences within the wall of our home. Leonard Shlain visited, he is a surgeon and has written many books. He’s a philosopher in my mind, a thinker. And he talked about many things, in particular things about the rise and decline of literacy, it’s pattern, he discussed the questions of where did women’s respect start to deteriorate, and about right handed people, left handed people, his scientific experiences creating an edge, putting a twist to the argument. It was ingenious. Truly magnificent.

Anyways, where does being unique come from? Is it evolution over the bible, or vice versa? In my mind, it’s a kind of medium. I believe in evolution, but I also believe in god. A kind of god created evolution, I think science can exist, and so can religion, and even if they contradict one another, they can both be right.

Right now I am writing this on word, for the specific advantage of being able to write this in color. It won’t show up on GHQ in color, but somehow seeing the colors makes me work better. It’s like every year I have to take a nationwide test called the ERB. This year, during our essay-writing part of it, my teachers split us up into two rooms. In my class, if you wanted to type you had to go downstairs to the boring, gray computer lab that withholds, literally, a lack of life and passion. It was during our Shakespeare unit of which I enjoyed so much, but I am a fast typer. If you wanted to write you got to stay in our English room, which is open with windows overlooking grass and trees, and inside beautiful colors, with pictures and stories of Shakespeare and his plays on the walls, it is open and beautiful. But I had to stay in the computer lab.

My science teacher talked recently about there being 3 different kinds of learners. People who work better when you, for instance think of this in math class:

a) when you see what is being done, maybe on a board, but you process it best when you can see it
b) when you hear it, it just kind of clicks and you understand the problem
c) when you become a part of it by doing it, maybe writing it down, or acting it out

for me, I have to see it. Copying it down in my notebook provides a certain type of numbness, it doesn’t click or anything.

So, I wonder, where does it all come from? Curiosity? I think it all comes from everywhere, in some beauteous way.