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we're all just a bunch of junebugs.
bare with me here.
lastnight i sat outside and saw this junebug. it flew around in circles, always heading for the windows because of the light coming from inside the house. and there it would go, full speed, straight into the window. now you think the june bug would learn.. "fuck, that hurts." no. he did it again and again. flying in circles, heading for the light, hitting the window at high speeds only to try once more.
thats us. we're all just doing the same thing over and over again, running around in circles.. heading for the "light" (or should i say whomever interests us for the day/week/month). we think this time we're going to make it. this time, its gonna be different, and good, and we're gonna reach the light.. only to hit that damn window.. and perhaps be brutally rejected, and/or physically hurt. its funny that we are that junebug.
perhaps the greatest part was that after about six or seven tries, he finally flew off. thats what we need. to fly off. theres so much more out there.. beyond the light that tempts us to keep coming back to the same old thing. we just have to fly off and find it. of coarse, its hard to fly off... its something that just has to be done.
and there is my pathetic attempt to try to describe what was going through my head lastnight. there is my pathetic metaphor.
bare with me here.
lastnight i sat outside and saw this junebug. it flew around in circles, always heading for the windows because of the light coming from inside the house. and there it would go, full speed, straight into the window. now you think the june bug would learn.. "fuck, that hurts." no. he did it again and again. flying in circles, heading for the light, hitting the window at high speeds only to try once more.
thats us. we're all just doing the same thing over and over again, running around in circles.. heading for the "light" (or should i say whomever interests us for the day/week/month). we think this time we're going to make it. this time, its gonna be different, and good, and we're gonna reach the light.. only to hit that damn window.. and perhaps be brutally rejected, and/or physically hurt. its funny that we are that junebug.
perhaps the greatest part was that after about six or seven tries, he finally flew off. thats what we need. to fly off. theres so much more out there.. beyond the light that tempts us to keep coming back to the same old thing. we just have to fly off and find it. of coarse, its hard to fly off... its something that just has to be done.
and there is my pathetic attempt to try to describe what was going through my head lastnight. there is my pathetic metaphor.