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I'd love to think that I am nothing more than a rock, it'd be easier if we were all rocks, each one laying in harmony. Life is insane. It's funny how when you need to say something, or when you just want to, there seems to be nothing worth saying. It's like the act of verbalizing something great will always invite destruction.
I'm writing because I can't seem to get away. I'm writing to better understand myself. I don't necessarily want you to. Wouldn't that call for judgement on your part? Isn't that understanding in itself, your better judgement??
So life is insane. I don't know whether to take the wheel or let it take me.. if you know what I mean.. It's hard being decisive, and it's hard being different when you feel the same as everyone else in a concrete sense. We all eat, sleep, and shit. Some more than others, some not enough but we're all so basic. We're all here for the same reason. And we don't have to be, we choose to. Not life, but subsistence.
It is a trap we are born into, only to spend our whole lives learning to get out of. But then again it'd be just as true to me to say that maybe we are born free and we spend our lives feigning for a trap, a weight, ultimately bondage and simply learn to be happy in a caged state.
I'd love to believe that I'm not as pessimistic as I present myself at times, but why? For you or anyone else? I don't claim to be a realist in that nature because I'm through with being clever. It's only a disguise. Goodnight for now. I love to think I have something to say. I wish my mind wouldn't submerge it's self at the thought of exposure.
I'm working on that.
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Posted by eyes_of_a_monkey on 2007-10-29 22:56:12 | Rating: | Views: 40
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