I'm in love but I'm lazy.
I was high and decided to start writing again: If we love what we do, then we seem to do what we love. Ghandi: "Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have." We do what we want to do. We are in the position to take what we want to take. If we love what we do, then it appears that we have lived deliberately. It appears that we got the option to consciously exist on a planned path toward the present without learning mistakes and lessons. I want that. I am that because I proclaim it. Now. I have now changed what my life up until now seems to have been. I have lived deliberately; I've fulfilled an impossible sentiment. Impossible to embody. Not possible to write. Asinine. Nonsensical. Unreal. Yet, it is. It exists as much as any concept or notion; it exists like math or morals. Deliberate living is a decidedly impossible reality, yet it is math. Math and morals are less tangible than you think/act/believe/want to believe. I want that. I am that. Even so, how, then, does religion stand? Religion/faith is the combination of morals (customized principles applicable to only the person who makes them a posteriori) and psychological inadequacies (just world hypothesis, inherent and conscious fear of death). Religion stands as less than morals, so less than deliberate living, and so less than nonsense. Faith is the world's unreality. Mine is at least as real as math.
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