Real life is not art according to Stanislavsky.
I strongly wish I could give up symbolism. My final embrace of the existential lifestyle would involve a farewell to the ever present search for symbols in my every day life. At this point in time I tell myself I'd embrace it happily.
Because right now, every interaction and step I take I masquerades as a promise to solve the rubix cube. I can't even write a lame journal entry without it being heavy in metaphors. In bad metaphors. I just compared life to a cubed toy created in the 80's.
Everyone wants to believe in the argument "If it was meant to happen, it will." Well I suppose there are two assumptions being made at this point, not necessarily stated.
There's a grand design, and the result is happy. Destiny has to be the most crippling theory...side track.
People usually use the "If it was meant to be, it'll happen" theory for love.
And aw, flowers and roses and cheesy vomit inducing Hollywood lines, and what girl could want more.
Can we PLEASE look at the other side of the picture, over idealistic mofos...
A greater chunk of marriages end up in divorce. Spousal abuse, rape, blah blah blah.
Aww. <3 <3 <3
So, what happened there? Was that SUPPOSED to happen? Well if it was I don't think I take solace in that fact any longer. Though your thoughtless bullshit has been appreciated.
Or the other fact of it was, maybe it WASN'T supposed to happen and someone fucked up along the way.
Or...when do we stop measuring, is ultimate success in the situation measured by where you are the time before you die? Well great, the rest of my life has been shit and I look back on it none to fondly, but damn, that last five minutes sure was nice.
The argument is flawed and incredibly half assed.
My symbolism exists every day on the train. Making things appear in a deeper light, or answering questions that have not been explicitly answered. Perhaps it's the fact that I spent the last four years of my life studying it and it's left me in the middle of this giant Alice and Wonderland-esque puzzle.
And it makes everything SO RIDICULOSLY COMPLICATED.
The absence of symbolism guarantees so much more. Because it's crippling. And it's unnecessary. And I can't shake it.
Because right now, every interaction and step I take I masquerades as a promise to solve the rubix cube. I can't even write a lame journal entry without it being heavy in metaphors. In bad metaphors. I just compared life to a cubed toy created in the 80's.
Everyone wants to believe in the argument "If it was meant to happen, it will." Well I suppose there are two assumptions being made at this point, not necessarily stated.
There's a grand design, and the result is happy. Destiny has to be the most crippling theory...side track.
People usually use the "If it was meant to be, it'll happen" theory for love.
And aw, flowers and roses and cheesy vomit inducing Hollywood lines, and what girl could want more.
Can we PLEASE look at the other side of the picture, over idealistic mofos...
A greater chunk of marriages end up in divorce. Spousal abuse, rape, blah blah blah.
Aww. <3 <3 <3
So, what happened there? Was that SUPPOSED to happen? Well if it was I don't think I take solace in that fact any longer. Though your thoughtless bullshit has been appreciated.
Or the other fact of it was, maybe it WASN'T supposed to happen and someone fucked up along the way.
Or...when do we stop measuring, is ultimate success in the situation measured by where you are the time before you die? Well great, the rest of my life has been shit and I look back on it none to fondly, but damn, that last five minutes sure was nice.
The argument is flawed and incredibly half assed.
My symbolism exists every day on the train. Making things appear in a deeper light, or answering questions that have not been explicitly answered. Perhaps it's the fact that I spent the last four years of my life studying it and it's left me in the middle of this giant Alice and Wonderland-esque puzzle.
And it makes everything SO RIDICULOSLY COMPLICATED.
The absence of symbolism guarantees so much more. Because it's crippling. And it's unnecessary. And I can't shake it.