when something means nothing

every potential event is inherently unknowable. or it can be loosely said to be unavoidable. however, what i do know is, the past is definitely knowable. what we do today, ends up in the books of those who track our actions for the record. this brings me to why i tend to exercise a certain level of proclivity towards that, towards those, which had occurred. history is ongoing. history is taking place the moment this second passes for the next to come. yet history serves as a lesson for many. one historical record may be redundant, while the other becomes a comforting mantra at times of a crisis.

suddenly, it seems almost absolutely contagious across educational frontiers to revert back to the records. when the records show a figure, it instills thoughts of bringing that figure up. for that matter, it's always for the better. a rational assessment of similarities and differences tells me something is seriously wrong with the numbers. for i don't "count" myself that lucky anymore. then, i start realizing that numbers ain't the way to go, only when i start letting go. perhaps my best insinuation to this phenomenon is: "do not just do something, stand there and do nothing."

when the incoming replaces the outgoing, the tough gets going.
that's for you friends who're in the incoming. for i'm certain you already saw what's coming.
i hope it's true that redbull gives me wings.