Of challenges issued to a non-existent god. And the fury that follows.
A random five-in-the-morning thought:
Sometimes, when I'm drenched in rain, I talk to God and I ask him, "Is this the best you can do?" Then the rain worsens and I feel good because He really might be there. And if ever He's not, then I just find comfort in the thought that if even heaven can't drown your soul, then there's nothing on this world that could. And we get by. We get by. And there's nothing to be really afraid of. This is something good in aimless times.
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Methinks life is simply like this: more options = more chances to fuck up.
A quarter-life crisis (or the early mid-life crisis, take your pick) often seems like a trivial thing. It's something that doesn't strike me as rational. Losing direction is natural but losing a sense of what to do isn't. Often, I fall under the latter but I try to escape it quickly. The propensity to fail is really just a result of having too many things that can pull you around--interests, dreams, hobbies, et all--as they serve as distractions relative to each other.
A one-track mind is sometimes better. A one-trick pony isn't that bad. All you have to avoid is waging a one-man war.
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Really, if falling stars lose their way, what happens to the wishes we make?
Now that I know the answer, should I end the story the way it should really end?
Sometimes, when I'm drenched in rain, I talk to God and I ask him, "Is this the best you can do?" Then the rain worsens and I feel good because He really might be there. And if ever He's not, then I just find comfort in the thought that if even heaven can't drown your soul, then there's nothing on this world that could. And we get by. We get by. And there's nothing to be really afraid of. This is something good in aimless times.
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Methinks life is simply like this: more options = more chances to fuck up.
A quarter-life crisis (or the early mid-life crisis, take your pick) often seems like a trivial thing. It's something that doesn't strike me as rational. Losing direction is natural but losing a sense of what to do isn't. Often, I fall under the latter but I try to escape it quickly. The propensity to fail is really just a result of having too many things that can pull you around--interests, dreams, hobbies, et all--as they serve as distractions relative to each other.
A one-track mind is sometimes better. A one-trick pony isn't that bad. All you have to avoid is waging a one-man war.
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Really, if falling stars lose their way, what happens to the wishes we make?
Now that I know the answer, should I end the story the way it should really end?