The 5th Dimension is...

The first dimension is a straight line
The second dimension is area
The third dimension is volume
The fourth dimension is time
The fifth dimension must then be emotion.

What else could it possibly be? What else could this world be without emotion, passion, and love? Emotion may scientifically be the opening of gates in the neurons of the brains and the firing of electrical impulses in reaction to stimuli, but where the heck does that sensation come from? I'm sure some depressing scientist can prove that there is a logical explanation to all of this, but for once I'm going to have some faith in just not knowing or caring.

I write. I take photographs. I care about the environment. I care about social justice. I plant trees. I hate my homework and love my friends and family. I hope. I dream. I seek revenge. I am alive. I am a human being. We can do so many things.

We can paint a line.

Or we can paint a Mona Lisa.

But which is better. Obviously the Mona Lisa! Or is it? The Mona Lisa may be beautiful and up to interpretation, but how many ways can we interpret a line? It may seem redundant. I mean, seriously, its a single dimension. But is it that dull? It may just be a line, but it is so simple that it requires that much more thinking, that much more interest, that much more fascination. But you cannot enjoy the line unless you take any time to just care. To have passion. To have emotion.

There is a whole world out there. And everything we choose to do, every situation we are placed in, every moment we breathe, we have to make a choice. Are we going to be active and aware, or are we going to step back and let life go ahead without that passion?

I have many opportunities. I have my dreams. I want to go to Berkeley. Really badly!! It will cost a ton of money. It will be ridiculously difficult. And I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to go. But quite possibly I could be satisfied and wonderful at UW. Not exactly my dream school, but I can make it that way. I can do that. I can go to Berkeley and not care, or I can go to UW and put passion into my learning. Of course if I go to Berkeley I cannot just stand by and expect the school to make me smarter; I have to be active. Life is all about the way we do things.

So tomorrow when I will be in pain from my stupid wisdom teeth removal and going to my exercise in the morning I will try. I will hurt. But I will feel better about myself when I look over at the girl who is trying desparately to waste 2 hours stretching on the sidelines and not breaking a sweat.

I can choose how I want to lead my life. Imagine this scenario:
You have to choose between this choices
-Working horrible hours as a nurse six days a week and having to raise a child by yourself
-Working three days a week as a stock broker at home in your pjs.

What would you do?