Are we all faders? 50C and rising!
It is so quiet down here. It is as if the very scope of life itself has shrunk into the size of a pea, lying in the midst of a dark unknown field of wonders... and of horrors. It is as if illusion, or self created reality(to the extent that one does not derive one's ideas directly from the mind of another human being), has been called in to fill the tar black reality with its unpredictable colours. Yes its quiet here, and calm, and though the objective world is more wide spread here, it is so ridiculously easy to penetrate that not one concept can be taken seriously. Perfect examples of evolution, read like an open book - oh what pain to be borne here, but let me tell you, it is far more beautiful than anything back home.
Families, traditions, morals. Religion. A feeling of debt which does not give rise to pain or anguish. Duty, one might call it, a duty to serve and to be served alike - altruism at its finest, that is to say, altruism concentrated solely on those close to oneself. Now in the long run, being the person that I am, I find it excrutiatingly hard to withhold this mentality for any serious amount of time, because of the inevitable differences that follows the whole not being able to choose one's relatives and so forth. But this is of course easily solved by hand picking friends and basically not giving more than a very primitive and basic shit about parents etc etc. UNLESS of course they are friend material - or at least tolerable to be along side with.
Isn't it weird knowing that if your parents, or the ones "taking care of you" wouldn't have that relation to you, you would probably not want to be close to them for one second considering them inbred (mentally) disgusting freaks? That is of course, if that's not how you already view them...
Why am I babbling... I guess I just miss this; writing, communicating. I feel like screaming. God, West has ruined me. How am I supposed to live when all my breaths are taken for the account of someone else? What purpose do my thoughts have, if their sole meaning lies in impressing or persuading others?
I repeat the same "mistake" as the others - considering a human to be built of different stuff than any other thing in this world, being unique and divine.
Truth is though, we are in our own way, from our own eyes, which are the only eyes with which we can see. So why complicate things?
Families, traditions, morals. Religion. A feeling of debt which does not give rise to pain or anguish. Duty, one might call it, a duty to serve and to be served alike - altruism at its finest, that is to say, altruism concentrated solely on those close to oneself. Now in the long run, being the person that I am, I find it excrutiatingly hard to withhold this mentality for any serious amount of time, because of the inevitable differences that follows the whole not being able to choose one's relatives and so forth. But this is of course easily solved by hand picking friends and basically not giving more than a very primitive and basic shit about parents etc etc. UNLESS of course they are friend material - or at least tolerable to be along side with.
Isn't it weird knowing that if your parents, or the ones "taking care of you" wouldn't have that relation to you, you would probably not want to be close to them for one second considering them inbred (mentally) disgusting freaks? That is of course, if that's not how you already view them...
Why am I babbling... I guess I just miss this; writing, communicating. I feel like screaming. God, West has ruined me. How am I supposed to live when all my breaths are taken for the account of someone else? What purpose do my thoughts have, if their sole meaning lies in impressing or persuading others?
I repeat the same "mistake" as the others - considering a human to be built of different stuff than any other thing in this world, being unique and divine.
Truth is though, we are in our own way, from our own eyes, which are the only eyes with which we can see. So why complicate things?
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