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Two sides...
Chaos and Mayhem...
Peace and Serenity...
Each pair a blessing and a curse in it's own way. Both seem to be a requirement in order to have a "life"...I guess in that sense, I'm living a fulfilling life...If I must have both of those pairs in order to say, "I have a life," then how is it that I feel unaccomplished; like I haven't done anything? I wish I didn't have to think about anything...Kind of makes me wish I could have a primal mind. I wouldn't have to be angry at stupid things, I wouldn't have to be sad about nonsense...but I could be satisfied about what I got.
We as humans are the only beings that think beyond the primal instincts of survivial, and this seems to be our greatest flaw. Animals get it so easy. They eat, sleep, bang each other, poop, and call it a day...and we get the lovely choice to think...And it is because of this ability that will be the end of man.
One can never be sure of anything unless they feel like being ignorant on a specific subject. So if one is not ignorant, does that mean they have no certainty with anything? The only things I can be ABSOLUTELY sure about is that I'm alive, and that I have basic survival instincts like all creatures on earth. I'm sure there's a God, I'm sure true love exist for me somewhere, and I'm sure I need to get into shape (...I really need to lose this gut). Yet, those are the kind of thoughts that can change at any moment. And when I start doubting those thoughts, I'm left with the basic thoughts and instincts of an animal.
Yet if I don't think, I won't understand. I won't be able to understand why people do the things they do. I won't understand why hanging out in the woods can be so peaceful. I won't understand what it takes to be the person I need to be...whatever that is.
Everything has been turning into a double-edged sword before my eyes and I'm not sure as where to turn so that I won't get cut...I could turn one way, but my throat would be slit and I lose everything. I could go the other way and lose what I think is my arm...but I have to go in order to be sure...and then I could just stay put and not do anything in life (and let it pass me by...screw that). So either way, there must be blood.
Why do I have to put all of my options before me, before I even think about doing anything? Why do I feel like I'm missing out when I've understood more that the average college student would? Why did thinking have to cause so much pain? An ability so unique for only our species, but it has the ability to destroy as well as rebuild. Why am I surrounded by so many double-edged swords?
What happened to eat, sleep, poop, and mate?...Oh yeah, us...
Chaos and Mayhem...
Peace and Serenity...
One can exist without the other...
This is the double-edge sword of humanity.
Chaos and Mayhem...
Peace and Serenity...
Each pair a blessing and a curse in it's own way. Both seem to be a requirement in order to have a "life"...I guess in that sense, I'm living a fulfilling life...If I must have both of those pairs in order to say, "I have a life," then how is it that I feel unaccomplished; like I haven't done anything? I wish I didn't have to think about anything...Kind of makes me wish I could have a primal mind. I wouldn't have to be angry at stupid things, I wouldn't have to be sad about nonsense...but I could be satisfied about what I got.
We as humans are the only beings that think beyond the primal instincts of survivial, and this seems to be our greatest flaw. Animals get it so easy. They eat, sleep, bang each other, poop, and call it a day...and we get the lovely choice to think...And it is because of this ability that will be the end of man.
One can never be sure of anything unless they feel like being ignorant on a specific subject. So if one is not ignorant, does that mean they have no certainty with anything? The only things I can be ABSOLUTELY sure about is that I'm alive, and that I have basic survival instincts like all creatures on earth. I'm sure there's a God, I'm sure true love exist for me somewhere, and I'm sure I need to get into shape (...I really need to lose this gut). Yet, those are the kind of thoughts that can change at any moment. And when I start doubting those thoughts, I'm left with the basic thoughts and instincts of an animal.
Yet if I don't think, I won't understand. I won't be able to understand why people do the things they do. I won't understand why hanging out in the woods can be so peaceful. I won't understand what it takes to be the person I need to be...whatever that is.
Everything has been turning into a double-edged sword before my eyes and I'm not sure as where to turn so that I won't get cut...I could turn one way, but my throat would be slit and I lose everything. I could go the other way and lose what I think is my arm...but I have to go in order to be sure...and then I could just stay put and not do anything in life (and let it pass me by...screw that). So either way, there must be blood.
Why do I have to put all of my options before me, before I even think about doing anything? Why do I feel like I'm missing out when I've understood more that the average college student would? Why did thinking have to cause so much pain? An ability so unique for only our species, but it has the ability to destroy as well as rebuild. Why am I surrounded by so many double-edged swords?
What happened to eat, sleep, poop, and mate?...Oh yeah, us...
Chaos and Mayhem...
Peace and Serenity...
One can exist without the other...
This is the double-edge sword of humanity.