Life and love (cliched but who cares)
So a friend of mine once asked me what does any of it matter, life he meant. There's just gonna be a big asteriod that's going to just ruin everyone's shit when it hits. Now while that's incredibly unlikely in mine or his life time, you gotta remember that shit happens. So I passed on my outlook on life. The best thing that you can hope for, is to not have any regrets and live your life as fully as you can. (I think I made up the word fully) Who know what's waiting for us, so you might as well enjoy life while you can.
People ask me how I can do what I do, live my life the way I choose, and just face uncertainty with total impunity. Well it's the knowledge that I don't know that gives me my strength. There is as good a chance that what follows death is a river of fire and satan (I'm most likely going to hell) as it is something happier. Like a new life with new adventures and uncertainties to face. And maybe Hell isn't as bad as it's made out to be, maybe there isn't a hell or heaven. Maybe we're just here by some freak accident. There is no certainty, so why should I live my life in fear of something I know no facts about. Besides, if I listened to every warning I've been given in my life, then I wouldn't be where I am today I wouldn't even be who I am today.
Personally I hope there will be a new life to explore in another time and another place when I die. A time and place where chivalry still exists in more than a few, there are still new places to explore, and dangers lurk in those forbidden forests and tall mountain tops. Think of a world that looks like Final Fantasy 10. Absolutely beautiful to look at and at the same time dangerous to the unprepaired. Because what is life without risk? Now I'm not trying to say I'm morbid and facinated with death, but if you think about it risking your life is the most pure emotion and one of the greatest rushes you can have. Love used to be the most pure emotion, until the idea of catagorizing love came along. For instance: I love you but I'm not in love with you. Plus you have people swearing their love and then cheating and leaving the one they love behind all the time. You can't split death into stipulations. You are either alive or dead. You fight or run. Kill or be killed.
That was my random thought that I guess became a rant. Oh well...take it easy mates.
People ask me how I can do what I do, live my life the way I choose, and just face uncertainty with total impunity. Well it's the knowledge that I don't know that gives me my strength. There is as good a chance that what follows death is a river of fire and satan (I'm most likely going to hell) as it is something happier. Like a new life with new adventures and uncertainties to face. And maybe Hell isn't as bad as it's made out to be, maybe there isn't a hell or heaven. Maybe we're just here by some freak accident. There is no certainty, so why should I live my life in fear of something I know no facts about. Besides, if I listened to every warning I've been given in my life, then I wouldn't be where I am today I wouldn't even be who I am today.
Personally I hope there will be a new life to explore in another time and another place when I die. A time and place where chivalry still exists in more than a few, there are still new places to explore, and dangers lurk in those forbidden forests and tall mountain tops. Think of a world that looks like Final Fantasy 10. Absolutely beautiful to look at and at the same time dangerous to the unprepaired. Because what is life without risk? Now I'm not trying to say I'm morbid and facinated with death, but if you think about it risking your life is the most pure emotion and one of the greatest rushes you can have. Love used to be the most pure emotion, until the idea of catagorizing love came along. For instance: I love you but I'm not in love with you. Plus you have people swearing their love and then cheating and leaving the one they love behind all the time. You can't split death into stipulations. You are either alive or dead. You fight or run. Kill or be killed.
That was my random thought that I guess became a rant. Oh well...take it easy mates.