The taste of torrid romance is all I need to fill my hunger pains.
In this world there are few things that we as human beings live for.
1.Material things
2.Identity
3.Wealth
4.Lust
5.Power
There is no 'right' thing to search for or live for, there is just us. People in a world full of people. Perhaps it is not what we live for, but how we live for it.
For example, say you love nature, if you but your soul into that love, than that is truly beautiful. But if you love nature & then go litter, then you got your life twisted. That is where people get messed up. They still have that passion or love, but it deludes them on how to show it.
Personally, I live to know more. That is my reason. I am not saying we all have a purpose. (Because we don't) However, we should live. That is a purpose in itself correct?
Am I confusing?
It is such an interesting thing to think about.
Human emotion can be so blissfully chaotic. It is almost as if the things we believe & live for are the things that kill us.
That is the digusting cycle of which we call life. OUr entire lives we keep wondering, pensively thinking about what will come next & no matter what is happenbing we cannot help but wonder, & in that powerful moment of clairity is when we die.
That is when we find it.
OR, do we die searching?
It is all to obscenely perfect to imortalize in one's mind.
And yet, it keeps you alive.
1.Material things
2.Identity
3.Wealth
4.Lust
5.Power
There is no 'right' thing to search for or live for, there is just us. People in a world full of people. Perhaps it is not what we live for, but how we live for it.
For example, say you love nature, if you but your soul into that love, than that is truly beautiful. But if you love nature & then go litter, then you got your life twisted. That is where people get messed up. They still have that passion or love, but it deludes them on how to show it.
Personally, I live to know more. That is my reason. I am not saying we all have a purpose. (Because we don't) However, we should live. That is a purpose in itself correct?
Am I confusing?
It is such an interesting thing to think about.
Human emotion can be so blissfully chaotic. It is almost as if the things we believe & live for are the things that kill us.
That is the digusting cycle of which we call life. OUr entire lives we keep wondering, pensively thinking about what will come next & no matter what is happenbing we cannot help but wonder, & in that powerful moment of clairity is when we die.
That is when we find it.
OR, do we die searching?
It is all to obscenely perfect to imortalize in one's mind.
And yet, it keeps you alive.