The wonder of life.
The Wonder Of Life.
November 17th, 2001. 1:58 AM.
Iv asked a lot of people what they thought the meaning of life was. Some times I think their wrong, but some times it makes me despise them to hear their very answer. From what Iv seen, every one has the same answer worded to their own lack of basic knowledge. I cried once.. just thinking of how short my life would be, and the lack of things I would be missing in the such shortness of time. We only get this small amount of the so claimed ' Precious life '.. to be born, to live, and to die. But during those years that we do live, we dwell on the subjects of hate, resentment, pity, sorrow, and sympathy that those do not even so much as deserve, and so many other feelings it makes one notice the pointlessness of finding the words, morals, and meanings to each of these man created emotions. So here I am.. Watching the 'newly found' version of the Titanic. A movie that dwells on greed, romance, and money. Is this all there is to it, then? Those simple.. three things. It makes one wonder, doesn't it?.. Makes them wonder that perhaps life just consists of money - green papered savages, dull entertainment, and lunges for lust that seems to fade away with every chance one being gets to breath a mouth full of pollution raided air, with every foot patter of a stalker to his new found prey. I could write many a poems and dozen a books and still not receive this answer in which I seek. The only thing I've so fared seeked truly in my life was that of the undying knowledge that continues to grow rapidly each day. To be the one who knew.. almost any thing. That, and some sense of security that I'd be a normal, middle-class person that lay to rest each night with someone I cherished in every way imaginable. Some people say I ask to little, but I think that truly, is more then enough.
November 17th, 2001. 1:58 AM.
Iv asked a lot of people what they thought the meaning of life was. Some times I think their wrong, but some times it makes me despise them to hear their very answer. From what Iv seen, every one has the same answer worded to their own lack of basic knowledge. I cried once.. just thinking of how short my life would be, and the lack of things I would be missing in the such shortness of time. We only get this small amount of the so claimed ' Precious life '.. to be born, to live, and to die. But during those years that we do live, we dwell on the subjects of hate, resentment, pity, sorrow, and sympathy that those do not even so much as deserve, and so many other feelings it makes one notice the pointlessness of finding the words, morals, and meanings to each of these man created emotions. So here I am.. Watching the 'newly found' version of the Titanic. A movie that dwells on greed, romance, and money. Is this all there is to it, then? Those simple.. three things. It makes one wonder, doesn't it?.. Makes them wonder that perhaps life just consists of money - green papered savages, dull entertainment, and lunges for lust that seems to fade away with every chance one being gets to breath a mouth full of pollution raided air, with every foot patter of a stalker to his new found prey. I could write many a poems and dozen a books and still not receive this answer in which I seek. The only thing I've so fared seeked truly in my life was that of the undying knowledge that continues to grow rapidly each day. To be the one who knew.. almost any thing. That, and some sense of security that I'd be a normal, middle-class person that lay to rest each night with someone I cherished in every way imaginable. Some people say I ask to little, but I think that truly, is more then enough.