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I am. I am here. Alive, breathing, I am living. OR at least I think I am living. Every moment in life has a different feeling. Weather your working, or thinking, your perspective on your life can change so easily. One minute your safe, and secure with your thoughts, the next your holding your head in disbelief. Its funny how in my life I can change so much in one day. How I can adapt my beliefs daily just by filling my head with others reassurance, in the form of writings. It seems as though anything I type in a search can come up so easily. Which leads me to believe that there indeed is wrong information, and very wrong beliefs about life, no matter how legit a page is.
I have though so much about Death, The Reason of life, Religions, trying to piece together an answer that would fulfill my thirst for an answer. But as of late I have found myself asking, "Will I ever be satisfied?" And the answer... is No. How will I ever verify any thoughts on death, or reality even.. if I can only consciously exist in this created state until death? Surely when I die, according to many spiritual beliefs and religions, I will be judged by my actions in my life. A life that I do not know what is truly right or wrong. Even is one is a good person, how can we know which religion is correct? Just because we deem them absurd, or just plain evil, it is arrogant of us to assume how we feel really matters. We have no choice to be born, as far as reality tells us, and have no reason otherwise to believe this, yet we want to. We want to feel that we are special, each of us. No matter what life style we follow, it is just our own versions of life. We all live for our own things. And to be honest, I am so lost. I am not sure which magic carpet I want to fly me to the exit. Its always hard to find motivation to live when thinking about the meaning of life. . And to be honest, I am so lost. I am not sure which magic carpet I want to fly me to the exit. I mean, what profession do I want to choose? Sometimes I feel that it doesn't even matter. I wish that I could just live on a mountain and grow my own food, and just really live life? But I guess after being exposed to so much... I could never forget this life style? So fast pace, running around, driving here, driving there... Yet it was so exciting. Now, seemingly, I am stuck in my room in this desolate Texas town. Isolated, the strange stranger, surrounded by a culture he knew nothing of and so close to the dangers in Mexico, deaths flowing over the limit.
Thats when reality and thought collide, and your faced to either live life, or think about it.
I have though so much about Death, The Reason of life, Religions, trying to piece together an answer that would fulfill my thirst for an answer. But as of late I have found myself asking, "Will I ever be satisfied?" And the answer... is No. How will I ever verify any thoughts on death, or reality even.. if I can only consciously exist in this created state until death? Surely when I die, according to many spiritual beliefs and religions, I will be judged by my actions in my life. A life that I do not know what is truly right or wrong. Even is one is a good person, how can we know which religion is correct? Just because we deem them absurd, or just plain evil, it is arrogant of us to assume how we feel really matters. We have no choice to be born, as far as reality tells us, and have no reason otherwise to believe this, yet we want to. We want to feel that we are special, each of us. No matter what life style we follow, it is just our own versions of life. We all live for our own things. And to be honest, I am so lost. I am not sure which magic carpet I want to fly me to the exit. Its always hard to find motivation to live when thinking about the meaning of life. . And to be honest, I am so lost. I am not sure which magic carpet I want to fly me to the exit. I mean, what profession do I want to choose? Sometimes I feel that it doesn't even matter. I wish that I could just live on a mountain and grow my own food, and just really live life? But I guess after being exposed to so much... I could never forget this life style? So fast pace, running around, driving here, driving there... Yet it was so exciting. Now, seemingly, I am stuck in my room in this desolate Texas town. Isolated, the strange stranger, surrounded by a culture he knew nothing of and so close to the dangers in Mexico, deaths flowing over the limit.
Thats when reality and thought collide, and your faced to either live life, or think about it.