it's just people killing people
Something in me kind of clicked on, or off for that matter. Either my sense of curiosity for anything and everything has come back in to play in my life, or my common sense and understanding of anything and everything has turned off...either way the past several hours have become a major bitch. I found myself getting ready for bed last night and while I was brushing my teeth my mind began to wonder at a hundred miles an hour. Then I noticed that even though my mind was anywhere but on the task I was doing at that exact moment my body still kept brushing my teeth like I was concentrating on it. It was the weirdest feeling in the world to actual notice it but everything that we do in a day happens almost exactly like that...monotony has trained us, we don't have to think about much anymore, it all just happens.
Now this is the most over-used question (in my opinion at least) and I think I have sworn never to use it...but nonetheless in my thinking about why everything is what it is, my frail little mind suddenly turned over to the question of "Why am I here? What am I good for? Am I living just to die? What is my purpose? What was I put here for?" now ignore how cliche the whole topic is and think, think about it, why are we here? What were we meant for? and if God has a plan for each one of us (which contradicts his giving us free will) then why did he make those plans?
A friend of mine once told me that ignorance is the key to happiness...he told me "dylan, don't think about it too hard that's the reason you are always depressed about something"
Now I honestly don't see how my wanting to know what life is all about could make me depressed...maybe the fact that I nor anyone will ever know the purpose of the human race plays some factor in it.
Lately my mind and body seem to be out of sync, like my mind told my body to do something and it reacted a bit too late. Dropping things, tripping, catching myself on rusty nails. I don't feel like me, I feel like a mirror. I reflect the personalities and moods of everything around me. I haven't had a good conversation with anyone in weeks.
Now this is the most over-used question (in my opinion at least) and I think I have sworn never to use it...but nonetheless in my thinking about why everything is what it is, my frail little mind suddenly turned over to the question of "Why am I here? What am I good for? Am I living just to die? What is my purpose? What was I put here for?" now ignore how cliche the whole topic is and think, think about it, why are we here? What were we meant for? and if God has a plan for each one of us (which contradicts his giving us free will) then why did he make those plans?
A friend of mine once told me that ignorance is the key to happiness...he told me "dylan, don't think about it too hard that's the reason you are always depressed about something"
Now I honestly don't see how my wanting to know what life is all about could make me depressed...maybe the fact that I nor anyone will ever know the purpose of the human race plays some factor in it.
Lately my mind and body seem to be out of sync, like my mind told my body to do something and it reacted a bit too late. Dropping things, tripping, catching myself on rusty nails. I don't feel like me, I feel like a mirror. I reflect the personalities and moods of everything around me. I haven't had a good conversation with anyone in weeks.