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I believe life is all perception. Have you came close to death, and felt that moment of peace, that everything is right in the world. Has a moment passed when you no longer question what you think, but accepted it as a passing time before death?
Maybe I’m scared of living the way most do. I don’t want to get lost in life. I don’t want to spend it working hard to pay for material things. I want to live for feelings, different perceptions, and these moments. Is it too much to ask for, living a life without stress. To be at ease, and accepting everything that happens for a greater good.
How do you describe peace, or serenity.. To those who have never felt it. How do you describe the greatness of a poem, a painting or a piece of music in words? How do you describe a process in your brain. How do you describe feeling eternal. How to you describe a moment you wish would last forever. Or love, happiness, pain and sorrow.
What if you read something, written while someone was high, and it made more sense to you than anything you’ve seen materialize sober. Does that make me insane? Does that make me wrong.. Does it make me delusional?
It may make me a hippie, but I think television and junk food are a lot worse for you than taking a hallucinogenic. I think smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol are worse than smoking marijuana. I think watching a thunderstorm is more entertaining than any videogame.
I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and content.
I’d rather be informed and worried than blissful and ignorant.
I think our brains are something most get very little use out of.
Maybe I’m scared of living the way most do. I don’t want to get lost in life. I don’t want to spend it working hard to pay for material things. I want to live for feelings, different perceptions, and these moments. Is it too much to ask for, living a life without stress. To be at ease, and accepting everything that happens for a greater good.
How do you describe peace, or serenity.. To those who have never felt it. How do you describe the greatness of a poem, a painting or a piece of music in words? How do you describe a process in your brain. How do you describe feeling eternal. How to you describe a moment you wish would last forever. Or love, happiness, pain and sorrow.
What if you read something, written while someone was high, and it made more sense to you than anything you’ve seen materialize sober. Does that make me insane? Does that make me wrong.. Does it make me delusional?
It may make me a hippie, but I think television and junk food are a lot worse for you than taking a hallucinogenic. I think smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol are worse than smoking marijuana. I think watching a thunderstorm is more entertaining than any videogame.
I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and content.
I’d rather be informed and worried than blissful and ignorant.
I think our brains are something most get very little use out of.