Mar
2
I’m not 100% sure…
March 2, 2008 | | Leave a Comment
I’m laying in bed, in my boxers, wondering how the rest of the world is doing.Have you ever wondered what’s going on in others minds, around the world, while your here? How their perception is relative to yours? How it would be different if you were in their view?I don’t know,I’m here wondering, am I relevant?In this world, of billions of people, and me knowing very few of them all, closer to none than anything, how exactly great am I?Will I have a plan to become the worlds next peace saviour? Or maybe the next possible Hitler, or of the sort? But quite possibly, I’m just a man, to grow old, and work for no actual happiness, like the rest of the worlds society?We work, we work, just to live, to the next day, to the next opportunity to work some more, never finding that happiness, never getting what our “soul” wants.The downfall of society; money, technology, and religion.Without those, there would be no greed, there would be less hateful relationships, majority of lying would be abolished, war would be useless, and society would be correct.Maybe the older times were better? Before you and me were born, or any of our parents, or their parents, or theirs?Where there was just peace,and we lived, just to live. And for no other purpose, as we seem to think we do (but are very wrong in doing so). I’m actually surprised if you read this,thanks.
Feb
25
Relizations.
February 25, 2008 | | Leave a Comment
First, my ability to spell, is probably the most horrid thing you’ve ever tried to interprite. Goodluck. I’ve thought alot about this sudden sdubject that just came into my life. Some people seem to thing that theres a stage every child will go through, finally “understanding” what they see, and how to view themselfs.Maybe no everyone goes through the same thing? Regardless, I was created. How, has been a discussion and arguement throughout the ages. Maybe, I’m simply a production of a egg, and sperm? Quite possibly, although I have never quite believed, I am a product of something much greater than any can imagjne in this world. A “god” figure, as most will say. I have always failed to believe of one out there, but maybe thats what you say is true? Well I’m glad you have faith. I fail to.But my most recent descovery? I was destroyed.A crazy off product, of something right. The leftovers of what is suppose to make a correct human being. Maybe in making me, wether by a god, or by science, it messed up horrible partually through, and this is what we came up with?Regardless, I’ve come to establish that I am not right. I am emotionaly and physically unstable. But in being that way, that makes me unique. Does that make me right?
