I was in Princeton, New Jersey on Friday night with my sister and her boyfriend when we passed a large, wooden caricature of Albert Einstein with a hole cut out big enough for people to put their face through. I had my sister’s boyfriend take a picture of me with my face in it and posted it on Instagram for a laugh.
I kept checking the photo for “likes” that night and later on at dinner, Albert Einstein became a topic of conversation.
Over the span of the weekend, my thoughts condensed to more serious matters about my life when I kept thinking about Albert Einstein.
Einstein once said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”
If this is true, then we must all be insane; or at least I am.
As I was running through the campus of my Alma Matar the other day, Rutgers University, I was observing all of the changes being made on College Avenue. The great landmark food trucks known as the “Greasetrucks” have been moved, new buildings were being built, and old buildings were being constructed. Everything looked so different in the short amount of time since I’ve left.
I, then, reflected on the times that I spent walking down that street, rushing to class, going out with friends, and started thinking about how much I’ve grown since college. I’ve already accomplished so much and have made it so far, yet there are still parts of me that remain the same.
I’d like to think that I’ve grown and matured a great deal since I’ve graduated, but I know I still have many years of change left. Even though I’ve managed to accomplish many things that I set out to, some of my behaviorisms haven’t changed at all.
I wonder, if mistakes are made in life in order to learn from, then what does it mean if we keep making the same mistake multiple times? Does it mean we’re not learning?
Why do I insist on making the same mistakes when I already know the outcome? I must be insane.
However, I’m fully aware of the mistakes I’m making when I’m making them. I already know what the results will be. Yet, deep down, I’m hoping that something different will happen the next time around.
Maybe a part of me hopes that things will magically change; that people will magically change. But change never happens by using the same methodology over and over again.
Some people believe that things are different the second time around. As I’ve grown older, I’m not so confident in that mindset.
Looking back on my experiences, I’ve learned that life yields the same consequences when we make the same mistakes.
The thing that baffles me is this: If I already know, then why do I continue to do the same things?