I don’t understand how I could not care about history, really. History is the collective experience of every single person who has ever walked on this world. From the smallest child, to the tallest man, every minuscule thought ever had, is a part of history. 

On the continuum of time, the present is but a dot on the line. History is everything before that dot. Every breath, every thought, every action, it’s all history.

So many people seem to disregard individuals when studying history, instead, they look at events. “This happened on this date because of this” but that’s just an extremely short summary of what really happened. The individual experience allows you to delve deeper into the tale. Every single person has their own story of what happened and that story is bred into their children, and their children’s children, and so on. These individual experiences are what shape the future. 

We are making history.

Our personal quirks, our rants, our flitting thoughts, and our actions all are a part of the worlds collective history. History is personal. 

It’s not the wars, or the invasions, or the revolutions that really matter (to me anyway). It’s the people who drove those events, the people who were affected by those events, and the people who changed the future because of those events, that matter. And those people? There’s so much more to them than what they did. It’s about what they thought, why they thought it, and what caused them to think that way. 

It’s like this interconnected web that’s much too complex for anyone to ever grasp. History is everything. Everything is history. And I think that’s what really intrigues me about it. 

I’ve always been a very curious person. I’m not necessarily interested in the how, but more of the why, you know? That’s something that’s really hard to answer. I don’t know. It’s just fascinating. People are fascinating. I want to know it all.