Thoughts
my first fic, thoughts, fujin wass mid-finished when i was writing this, i wrote both at the same time, but this was finished first, so there :P
How does one prove one exists? Maybe we don't really exist at all... Maybe we do exist, somehow, wandering this plane aimlessly, dying, waiting to rot away so our very souls might reach a greater form of existence.
I could be wrong, and I'm ok with that. I wouldn't know, not now, maybe not ever, that's alright with me too... I don't really care either way. No matter what happens, I know I am going to die, eventually. Nothing lasts forever, Humans just weren't cut out for being immortals, outliving the very ground they walk on. I'm just another petty soul that wanders the physical plane, waiting for answers that wont come, not yet, at least.
Maybe I'm wrong about this one too. Maybe we were meant to be immortal, and if so, then why do we die? Why must people outlive the spans of nature just to rot underneath the still-living's feet? Life is supposed to be a great experience, if that's true, why must we suffer? "life is short, enjoy it while it lasts," if life is so short, why endure it? people suffer every day, whether they think so or not, is beyond me. Many things are beyond me, but that's not worth discussing right now, is it? Physical suffering, mental suffering, suffering of the mind, body, and spirit. It is happening all around me as I wander, waiting to die, to get things over with.
As i wander, wondering why, why we exist, if we do that is... why we suffer, why we endure the suffering that goes on that we could so easily stop, and just as easily prevent, I travel this plane, seeking answers, through the confusion we call the world, I then wonder, how can we end it, how it can be prevented. Until then, I will walk, searching for answers. I am Vivi Ornitier, and I still don't have the answers.
How does one prove one exists? Maybe we don't really exist at all... Maybe we do exist, somehow, wandering this plane aimlessly, dying, waiting to rot away so our very souls might reach a greater form of existence.
I could be wrong, and I'm ok with that. I wouldn't know, not now, maybe not ever, that's alright with me too... I don't really care either way. No matter what happens, I know I am going to die, eventually. Nothing lasts forever, Humans just weren't cut out for being immortals, outliving the very ground they walk on. I'm just another petty soul that wanders the physical plane, waiting for answers that wont come, not yet, at least.
Maybe I'm wrong about this one too. Maybe we were meant to be immortal, and if so, then why do we die? Why must people outlive the spans of nature just to rot underneath the still-living's feet? Life is supposed to be a great experience, if that's true, why must we suffer? "life is short, enjoy it while it lasts," if life is so short, why endure it? people suffer every day, whether they think so or not, is beyond me. Many things are beyond me, but that's not worth discussing right now, is it? Physical suffering, mental suffering, suffering of the mind, body, and spirit. It is happening all around me as I wander, waiting to die, to get things over with.
As i wander, wondering why, why we exist, if we do that is... why we suffer, why we endure the suffering that goes on that we could so easily stop, and just as easily prevent, I travel this plane, seeking answers, through the confusion we call the world, I then wonder, how can we end it, how it can be prevented. Until then, I will walk, searching for answers. I am Vivi Ornitier, and I still don't have the answers.