[you.are.nothing]
[Update] - a turning point
I converted a new name on LJ- time for a change. A name that has always better suited me, well from what i thought.
Used to be known as: mystixdelight
Now known as: yermentality
There was no real reason for switching. Other than the fact that it fit me more as an individual.
I've decided to pretty much make this journal friends only. Since most of my posts are under either private of friends. Don't want anyone to think I don't post. You are welcome to add me as a friend or leave a comment saying you want to be added.
[Thoughts] - for those of you who stumbled upon my journal and don't know me here are a few things that I've been interpreting
I am going to start out by saying that the desire to exist is a great accomplishment in life. Life transforms step by step and brings upon spiraling torments of sorrow and flickered pleasure every now and again. The two reasons I stayed around are because I had so much left to declare and was too afraid to see the damage in my loved ones eyes. Just struggling between linking what's right and what's wrong.
I know nothing.
So many things went wrong. So many things went right. It gets kind of hard to contemplate on what I considered necessary to get done.
I find it amusing to see the world from a different perspective. To analyze all of life's details, trailing to the unforeseen. That blank state of mind, that always encounters you as the most satisfying ingredient of your life.
I know nothing.
I just came into a realization that what is created out of me currently in life is nothing. The things that are on their way in my existence are where I embrace my death. I'm not going to be some mindless individual that will situate their time around and shift the world into their bedroom. I am, if not the only one enthusiastic enough to be myself. If you like it or not, it doesn't matter.
You are nothing.
Are we living in our own fantasies or is this some kind of displacement away from our existence for the time being?
I am nothing.
Today I experienced death. Death, the breakdown of reality and the non-existence of feelings and emotions. This isn't the first occasion I have been somewhat certified and had to deal with such debris. Fragments of internal and external viewpoints. It's a satisfaction of all certainty and truth to every possible obsession being vanished.
[more.to.come] - all rights reserved
[Want more?] - Go ahead and add me Yermentality
[Have anything to say?] - Post a comment
I converted a new name on LJ- time for a change. A name that has always better suited me, well from what i thought.
Used to be known as: mystixdelight
Now known as: yermentality
There was no real reason for switching. Other than the fact that it fit me more as an individual.
I've decided to pretty much make this journal friends only. Since most of my posts are under either private of friends. Don't want anyone to think I don't post. You are welcome to add me as a friend or leave a comment saying you want to be added.
[Thoughts] - for those of you who stumbled upon my journal and don't know me here are a few things that I've been interpreting
I am going to start out by saying that the desire to exist is a great accomplishment in life. Life transforms step by step and brings upon spiraling torments of sorrow and flickered pleasure every now and again. The two reasons I stayed around are because I had so much left to declare and was too afraid to see the damage in my loved ones eyes. Just struggling between linking what's right and what's wrong.
I know nothing.
So many things went wrong. So many things went right. It gets kind of hard to contemplate on what I considered necessary to get done.
I find it amusing to see the world from a different perspective. To analyze all of life's details, trailing to the unforeseen. That blank state of mind, that always encounters you as the most satisfying ingredient of your life.
I know nothing.
I just came into a realization that what is created out of me currently in life is nothing. The things that are on their way in my existence are where I embrace my death. I'm not going to be some mindless individual that will situate their time around and shift the world into their bedroom. I am, if not the only one enthusiastic enough to be myself. If you like it or not, it doesn't matter.
You are nothing.
Are we living in our own fantasies or is this some kind of displacement away from our existence for the time being?
I am nothing.
Today I experienced death. Death, the breakdown of reality and the non-existence of feelings and emotions. This isn't the first occasion I have been somewhat certified and had to deal with such debris. Fragments of internal and external viewpoints. It's a satisfaction of all certainty and truth to every possible obsession being vanished.
[more.to.come] - all rights reserved
[Want more?] - Go ahead and add me Yermentality
[Have anything to say?] - Post a comment