I have a lot to say, but not enough mouth to get it all out. And sometimes I have to scrounge for anything at all.
We are all here, God knows why. Is this all just a game? Are we all nothing but fiction, fake? Do we all have meaning, or do we have to find that out by ourselves? What we are supposed to do, we have to make meaning out of nothing, out of air-oxygen, all this memories we breath, all this memories that we live for. The deaf and blind still feel and smell, we all have something, we will never be nothing. I’m not sure where I’m going with this but I’m trying to find a meaning. I want to know what I’m destined to be, why I’m setting here right now, with a little light; sunshine, it’s just one big light bulb that we think grows flowers, trees, makes our shade of skin what it is. Or is it all fake? Is this just a terrible dream that we all know too well? Everyone wants to be unique, everyone loves the idea that their ideas are all original, but humankind is all too much alike.
Religion is all the same, worshiping something or some God, that some lonely people made up so his life would have meaning. So he had something to believe in, and someone he thought would believe in him, something to live by. I don’t need anyone, being lonely is not the worst feeling ever if you’re used to it. Are we real, is this real? Science, Math, English, Geography, History, we don’t need it, it was only created to find a deeper meaning to something so simple. Is this just a game that some normal average being is playing and we are all simulations? Does it matter? But if this was true, the person playing me sucks, I suck. The person playing me needs to take more risks, I do. Why do we think the way we think, why do we say the things we say?
Philosophers, deep thinkers, I’m sure, tried to figure this out to the point o being so frustrated they gave up, they quit, but they have to be right, they have to believe in something, so they do, they do what they want, they make up things that just must be true, but is it their choice? Or has society, the world just made them believe they had choices. Some people hate God, non-believers, because they believe he has condemned them to a living hell, but has he?
You’re a rebel, you can do whatever the f**k you want, right? It’s time to move out of this so-called-hell, and make a trip to paradise. Do something great, something that makes you believe in life, in meaning, write a book, try reading one.
All we want is meaning, all we want is purpose. Maybe all you want is a flat screen TV, but after that you will want a DVD player, DVDs, a DVD burner, a computer to pirate your DVDs, then your in jail for wanting too much, but did you really want that TV? Or did the society, the world, make you think that you wanted it. Reality is a big bunch of bologna.
Something this great is unbelievable, you must be dreaming; something this terrible can’t be real, please don’t let it be real. It is. It doesn’t matter if it’s real or fake, it will happen anyways, it’s real to us, you can’t wake up, you cant snap out of this daze, you are lost, one in a zillion, lost, you have to find yourself, who you want to be, but its not that simple, you need help, but no one knows, nobody knows what you think that you know, what you can’t put into words, you’re alone.
i understand what you mean sometimes the mind plays tricks on us is this real or not are we dreaming and vice versa. we are all in a big stage or computer game who manipulates what happens we don’t know kinda like the matrix…sometimes i just don’t want to think anymore