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There are times where you sit in your living room at night, with no light but the cold flourescence of the computer monitor, and you find yourself asking: "Whatever became of all this?" "How did I get here?" "What the hell am I doing?"
The world's moving too fast for you and me. Maybe it always has. maybe the idea that it once moved slower is an illusion we cling to because we can't help believing that somethings different. That somethings lost. Without there once being happiness and joy and stability and security. A time where promises were kept and liars easily percieved.
But there really wasn't, was there?
Instead we sit and pretend. Instead we bemuse to ourselves about that which was. That which was but never was. The lie in the truth. Sometimes, sad enough as it is, it's just that that keeps us going. Helps us move along.
Maybe we're not supposed to move along. Maybe we've been getting it all wrong. Somewhere along the line we got so convinced that we had to keep moving forward that we've missed the times where we have to stop and look back. Spinning out of control so fast that if we stop now we'll fall off the world. counter-culture-culture. By itself, one sentence. No context. Strangely just how it's supposed to be.
There are no stupid questions.
The world's moving too fast for you and me. Maybe it always has. maybe the idea that it once moved slower is an illusion we cling to because we can't help believing that somethings different. That somethings lost. Without there once being happiness and joy and stability and security. A time where promises were kept and liars easily percieved.
But there really wasn't, was there?
Instead we sit and pretend. Instead we bemuse to ourselves about that which was. That which was but never was. The lie in the truth. Sometimes, sad enough as it is, it's just that that keeps us going. Helps us move along.
Maybe we're not supposed to move along. Maybe we've been getting it all wrong. Somewhere along the line we got so convinced that we had to keep moving forward that we've missed the times where we have to stop and look back. Spinning out of control so fast that if we stop now we'll fall off the world. counter-culture-culture. By itself, one sentence. No context. Strangely just how it's supposed to be.
There are no stupid questions.