Foolish Pride.
At the end of the day, all you have are the days you've set behind you.
"Because I'm just a means. Yeah. They all want ends."
Books in which the protagonist gets killed. We're so used to reading happy endings. We close the hardcover and smile to ourselves as we entertain the notion of a world without pretense and consequence. We inject ourselves, or at least the selves that we believe ourselves to be, into these stories to live out vivid fantasies. Fantasy. I am a knight in King Arthur's court. I am an intergalactic bounty hunter. I am a convenience store clerk with a knack for being rude to customers. I am a British playboy turned hopeless romantic in pursuit of a tawdry diamond in the rough female co-lead...
I am something like a man, yet not realized in full. I am more than a boy, yet not ready to relinquish control to fates or destiny. I am the center of a universe, but I am overlooked by millions of eyes in favor of discovering other nebula. I feel so large inside my own head, but am guarded and small in the outside world.
The book I just finished made a comment about a man waiting to find god for 80 years of his life, having still not heard any word. The author's thought was that maybe god only talks to people that he truly needs, and disregards the rest. The main character recounted the good people he knew in his life and questioned the sense in passing them over. What if god's only message for you is that some day you will die?
"I'm looking for a pill. Something to ease my will."
.Grind away.
"Because I'm just a means. Yeah. They all want ends."
Books in which the protagonist gets killed. We're so used to reading happy endings. We close the hardcover and smile to ourselves as we entertain the notion of a world without pretense and consequence. We inject ourselves, or at least the selves that we believe ourselves to be, into these stories to live out vivid fantasies. Fantasy. I am a knight in King Arthur's court. I am an intergalactic bounty hunter. I am a convenience store clerk with a knack for being rude to customers. I am a British playboy turned hopeless romantic in pursuit of a tawdry diamond in the rough female co-lead...
I am something like a man, yet not realized in full. I am more than a boy, yet not ready to relinquish control to fates or destiny. I am the center of a universe, but I am overlooked by millions of eyes in favor of discovering other nebula. I feel so large inside my own head, but am guarded and small in the outside world.
The book I just finished made a comment about a man waiting to find god for 80 years of his life, having still not heard any word. The author's thought was that maybe god only talks to people that he truly needs, and disregards the rest. The main character recounted the good people he knew in his life and questioned the sense in passing them over. What if god's only message for you is that some day you will die?
"I'm looking for a pill. Something to ease my will."
.Grind away.