I made a promise to carry you home...
Betrayal.
All we ever do as human beings is betray ourselves.
When we are sad or depressed, do we not beg ourselves to search for happiness.
And right when we find it, our mind slowly starts making ridiculous accusations about how
"this isn't what I wanted". "This isn't what was supposed to make me happy".
Or "This was supposed to make me happy but it's just making me sad" which we knew from the start anyway but tolled ourselves otherwise because we were just fed up without change.
If we never doubted, we'd never do anything.
I could make analogies about addicts, relationships, schools, jobs, friends, anything, but I think you can work them out for yourself (or maybe I'm just to lazy to actually write them down?).
Basically, what I'm trying to say is this;
Is there anything in this world that lasts?
NO.
YES.
Any thing will last as long as your memory works, right?
We live through our memories, don't we? Everything we do is a memory, right?
Some days I'd just like to take to the road, with my thumb to the highway and my belongings on my back.
Maybe I'd end up in Montana again. Maybe I would be happy for a little while.
Or maybe in Chicago, I'd walk the streets while listening to music with good beats. And I'd be happy for a little while.
Or maybe I would end up nowhere at all, and I would be happy.
But what would probably happen is I would start out very happy, freedom in every breath, and a few weeks on I'd get intolerably lonely and starve to death or just drink myself into a coma.
Or maybe I would be happy forever if I just didn't think about it.
Or maybe it doesn't really matter what you do?
Whether we're happy or sad, what's the deference?
The decisions you make?
Worthless! We are as finite as any mathematical equation and as chained as the sky.
We are in a world where everything is predetermined but completely unique at the same time.
We are imagination.
All we ever do as human beings is betray ourselves.
When we are sad or depressed, do we not beg ourselves to search for happiness.
And right when we find it, our mind slowly starts making ridiculous accusations about how
"this isn't what I wanted". "This isn't what was supposed to make me happy".
Or "This was supposed to make me happy but it's just making me sad" which we knew from the start anyway but tolled ourselves otherwise because we were just fed up without change.
If we never doubted, we'd never do anything.
I could make analogies about addicts, relationships, schools, jobs, friends, anything, but I think you can work them out for yourself (or maybe I'm just to lazy to actually write them down?).
Basically, what I'm trying to say is this;
Is there anything in this world that lasts?
NO.
YES.
Any thing will last as long as your memory works, right?
We live through our memories, don't we? Everything we do is a memory, right?
Some days I'd just like to take to the road, with my thumb to the highway and my belongings on my back.
Maybe I'd end up in Montana again. Maybe I would be happy for a little while.
Or maybe in Chicago, I'd walk the streets while listening to music with good beats. And I'd be happy for a little while.
Or maybe I would end up nowhere at all, and I would be happy.
But what would probably happen is I would start out very happy, freedom in every breath, and a few weeks on I'd get intolerably lonely and starve to death or just drink myself into a coma.
Or maybe I would be happy forever if I just didn't think about it.
Or maybe it doesn't really matter what you do?
Whether we're happy or sad, what's the deference?
The decisions you make?
Worthless! We are as finite as any mathematical equation and as chained as the sky.
We are in a world where everything is predetermined but completely unique at the same time.
We are imagination.