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Life... As I think... I know it... Thoughts from the sub-concious...
So, as I go through my transformation into this new so called life. I am struck by many things that are taken for granted, or pushed aside from everyone's daily lives. Forgive me if I rant and ramble, but I don't do this IRL, so bear with me if I go astray from time to time.
(These are just observations, generally not connected with me personally... Maybe)
Why is it that everyone has feelings of ineptitude, loneliness, frustration, and every other emotion that was provided to us for pain, excitement, happiness, etc..
Why is it, that so many people will still do something to hurt someone else, that they may "like" or "love" or hell even feel indifferent towards.
I've seen physical attractions so strong that earths gravity in relation to the sun would pale in comparison. I've seen emotional attachments to blindingly stout that not even the strongest of acidic flavor could dissuade the perversive thoughts concentrated in it.
I've seen people that are meant to be together, NEVER get together for one reason or another. Call it stupidity, call it blindness, call it lack of initial spark.
I have personally seen atrocities so horrifying that if seen by someone of a lessor constitution would have ended up in an institution. I have had many horribly things befall myself, caused by myself, caused by others, caused by the Gods. My heart should be a cold and broken peice of highly pressurized diamond, yet time after time, I am astounded at my capacity for taking even more... More anything. Love, Hurt, Pain, Excitement...
Man (and woman) can create the greatest of arts, the highest of buildings, the strongest of foundations, but also create the worst indignities towards fellow man/woman.
I have experienced the highest of exultant love, the lowest of paralyzing loss, the richest of riches, the poorest of poors. I have created things that can bring anyone's muse to their knees. I have destroyed life. Life has destoyed me.
The mind is a terrible thing. You can travel great distances with it. You can remember the fondest of memories just by a scent of some distant thought. You can have a tacit reality without ever moving a finger. You can pin photos of your greatest unrequited loves just inside where only you know how to view them. You can remember a grimace from a fond friend, or lover that only you will ever know, ever see.
The mind is a wonderful thing. You can remember the never ending pain of loss of faith. The slightest door slam will make you wince from when your parents fought about ordinary pedstrian things that will never make any sense. The breeze can cause severe convolutions approximated from a love making session on top of a grassy hill under a tree.
I have traveled to the ends of the universe. I have never left my own room. I have stepped on hot lava rocks. I have never touched my floor. Reality through a damaged mind is still reality. Mental image of ones self is distorted beyond belief. The worth of self can never be...
I'm not too sure what I was going for, usually never do unless I have a goal.
(These are just observations, generally not connected with me personally... Maybe)
Why is it that everyone has feelings of ineptitude, loneliness, frustration, and every other emotion that was provided to us for pain, excitement, happiness, etc..
Why is it, that so many people will still do something to hurt someone else, that they may "like" or "love" or hell even feel indifferent towards.
I've seen physical attractions so strong that earths gravity in relation to the sun would pale in comparison. I've seen emotional attachments to blindingly stout that not even the strongest of acidic flavor could dissuade the perversive thoughts concentrated in it.
I've seen people that are meant to be together, NEVER get together for one reason or another. Call it stupidity, call it blindness, call it lack of initial spark.
I have personally seen atrocities so horrifying that if seen by someone of a lessor constitution would have ended up in an institution. I have had many horribly things befall myself, caused by myself, caused by others, caused by the Gods. My heart should be a cold and broken peice of highly pressurized diamond, yet time after time, I am astounded at my capacity for taking even more... More anything. Love, Hurt, Pain, Excitement...
Man (and woman) can create the greatest of arts, the highest of buildings, the strongest of foundations, but also create the worst indignities towards fellow man/woman.
I have experienced the highest of exultant love, the lowest of paralyzing loss, the richest of riches, the poorest of poors. I have created things that can bring anyone's muse to their knees. I have destroyed life. Life has destoyed me.
The mind is a terrible thing. You can travel great distances with it. You can remember the fondest of memories just by a scent of some distant thought. You can have a tacit reality without ever moving a finger. You can pin photos of your greatest unrequited loves just inside where only you know how to view them. You can remember a grimace from a fond friend, or lover that only you will ever know, ever see.
The mind is a wonderful thing. You can remember the never ending pain of loss of faith. The slightest door slam will make you wince from when your parents fought about ordinary pedstrian things that will never make any sense. The breeze can cause severe convolutions approximated from a love making session on top of a grassy hill under a tree.
I have traveled to the ends of the universe. I have never left my own room. I have stepped on hot lava rocks. I have never touched my floor. Reality through a damaged mind is still reality. Mental image of ones self is distorted beyond belief. The worth of self can never be...
I'm not too sure what I was going for, usually never do unless I have a goal.
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This is a public forum and all posts are archived on the web. Bottom line, don't say anything here you wouldn't want everyone (and I mean EVERYONE: your mom, your little brother, your future employer) to see. Forever.
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