Never Ending, Never enough- The Infinities of Life!

Every day, I'm reminded of infinity. And no, it’s not because I’m sitting in some math lecture, trying to make sense of equations. It’s not even because I’m gazing at the stars, contemplating the vastness of the universe. It starts with something far more humble and immediately pressing... the dishes.

Yes, the never-ending dishes. Every time I finish washing a plate, another one appears, as if by magic. The battle between me and the dishes is a lot like a game of whack-a-mole - as soon as one task is completed, another one pops up. Add in the laundry—both clean and yet-to-be-cleaned—and suddenly, I'm a contestant in a never-ending relay race where I’m always holding the baton... but the lap never finishes.

And this, my friends, is where the concept of infinity enters my life in full force. Infinity is not just a philosophical or mathematical idea; it’s right there in the pile of laundry I stare at, wondering how it multiplied without me noticing. It’s in the dishes, the emails, the grocery lists. The sense that everything I do is part of a never-ending cycle that loops around and around, like some sort of cosmic washing machine.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Oh, she's talking about infinity, but that's supposed to be, like, math stuff, right? Like sand, or stars, or the number of hours I spend waiting for a reply to my text message." And yes, those infinities are real too. But honestly, when you think about it, aren't our everyday lives full of these smaller infinities? Things that seem endless, like to-do lists, obligations, and the eternal fight with gravity (a.k.a. socks that magically disappears in the morning)? It's like our lives are a giant math equation, but the variables are dirty dishes and to do lists that somehow manage to keep growing and needing attention right now.

The beauty, though, is that "never-ending" and "never enough" don’t always have to feel exhausting. Sure, they can. But they can also be refreshing. When you think about it, isn’t it kind of comforting that life doesn’t come with a finish line? Sure, there’s a point where you can finally sit down, but then there's always something else to do—and that, is what keeps us going. Infinity gives us a reason to keep moving, to keep trying, even when the tasks pile up faster than you can say “ I just washed that same dish 10 minutes ago."

For me, I channel this inspiration through my painting. Because when I look at the sky, filled with stars, I remember how small and vast everything is, yet how every little moment is part of something much bigger. I mean, if the universe can handle infinity, I can probably handle folding that laundry—again.

Like those twinkling stars, those endless moments in life can shine with hope. Sure, I might look at my to-do list and wonder if I’ll ever finish it, but then I look up at the sky and think, "Hey, maybe this is just how life is meant to be." Infinite. Never ending. Always a little bit more to do, but a lot of room to grow, learn, and—most importantly—laugh at the absurdity of it all.