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this world is a vacuum that sucked out my soul and left me holding on to what i think is comfort. for fear of the evil in this world, i stay in my cocoon and behave like the enslaved, only without the actual chains.
don't mistake comfort for happiness, i say. this i can say to friends. but to myself?
what is rationality? is rationality what stops me from jumping out of a plane? is rationality the excuse i'm giving to halt myself from diving out of this cocoon?
there is no turning back if i choose to go into the world alone and naked.
there is no salvation if i lie here and let my senses rot.
there is no shelter if in the barrenness of life, i find myself dying.
maybe if i begin to truly die in this desert, i will feel life.
knowing pain isn't enough to know the meaning of life. we only learn to hold on to our lives dearly when death has dug his sickle deep enough into our fleshly sacks.
don't mistake comfort for happiness, i say. this i can say to friends. but to myself?
what is rationality? is rationality what stops me from jumping out of a plane? is rationality the excuse i'm giving to halt myself from diving out of this cocoon?
there is no turning back if i choose to go into the world alone and naked.
there is no salvation if i lie here and let my senses rot.
there is no shelter if in the barrenness of life, i find myself dying.
maybe if i begin to truly die in this desert, i will feel life.
knowing pain isn't enough to know the meaning of life. we only learn to hold on to our lives dearly when death has dug his sickle deep enough into our fleshly sacks.