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Why?
Why do we get up when we fall down. What really drives us to get back up and move forward. Why do we get up just to get knocked down again?
Some say it's for love, we find strength when we look to those who care about us. We live for them. But what is love, what is friendship, what are all these things we cling to in our dark times. What is this force that drives us?
They are ideas, ideas generated by the mind. Belief structures instilled into our minds. Little impulses of energy that coarse through our cerebrum that interact with other impulses of energy creating thought.
Memories can be altered, changed, and destroyed. So our love and our strength is only as strong as our memory of it. Only as strong as the imprint in our minds. Only as good as it is coded, for those with an affinity for the matrix. All of our ideals, all that we fight for and live for, does that transcend beyond our expiration? or like a little electric clock, when the battery goes out is everything just wiped clean? Altered and manipulated with each reset, change the variables, and see how things play out...
Then why continue this exercise in futility? I don't have the strength to fight any longer, I don't have the strength to carry on this charade. The further I fall the more I realize that this all really doesn't matter, though we may overcome the battles throughout our lives, it always ends the same way. It's just easier to fall on a sword then it is to scratch on day to day awaiting inevitability.
Every beginning must have an end... Time to just be another faded memory...fade to black
Why do we get up when we fall down. What really drives us to get back up and move forward. Why do we get up just to get knocked down again?
Some say it's for love, we find strength when we look to those who care about us. We live for them. But what is love, what is friendship, what are all these things we cling to in our dark times. What is this force that drives us?
They are ideas, ideas generated by the mind. Belief structures instilled into our minds. Little impulses of energy that coarse through our cerebrum that interact with other impulses of energy creating thought.
Memories can be altered, changed, and destroyed. So our love and our strength is only as strong as our memory of it. Only as strong as the imprint in our minds. Only as good as it is coded, for those with an affinity for the matrix. All of our ideals, all that we fight for and live for, does that transcend beyond our expiration? or like a little electric clock, when the battery goes out is everything just wiped clean? Altered and manipulated with each reset, change the variables, and see how things play out...
Then why continue this exercise in futility? I don't have the strength to fight any longer, I don't have the strength to carry on this charade. The further I fall the more I realize that this all really doesn't matter, though we may overcome the battles throughout our lives, it always ends the same way. It's just easier to fall on a sword then it is to scratch on day to day awaiting inevitability.
Every beginning must have an end... Time to just be another faded memory...fade to black