A quick read
Today, while I was driving I heard a song by Green Day, Boulevard of broken dreams. Acquire it by any means you deem appropriate. It sums up my frame of mind nicely.
Companionship is an ilusion... everybody is alone. Everyone will die alone. No other person is able to share your thoughts and mind, therefore you are never actually 'sharing' yourself with someone.
Only in memory can you really by with someone. Only then are they in your head, your mood can shape your memory of that person and how they would, or how you would like them to react to any given situation.
The only true exception is sadly found in people shunned by our society, deemed insane, and forced to be heavily medicated and strapped to a bed for the rest of their natural lives. They share their mind with the voices in the heads. True companions.
But who are we to judge them? As with anything in life you must first look within to find yourself, and your purpose in life, before you let others influence you. Maybe these people just find what they are looking for in their own mind.
Let me ask you this, would you rather live your life, dealing with all the crap that we must face on a day to day basis, or live out your life in piece, unaware that your dreams, or psychosis isn't real? If life could be perfect, everything would go your way, what makes your dreams any less real, any less fulfilling then the crappy real world?
This may sound reclusive to you but remember, either way, we end up being alone. Memories are never finished as long as you are alive.
Now I'll leave you with something I found on the net a while ago, its about those people that we may think are strange, possibly insane.
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools
for these kinds of people. While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Companionship is an ilusion... everybody is alone. Everyone will die alone. No other person is able to share your thoughts and mind, therefore you are never actually 'sharing' yourself with someone.
Only in memory can you really by with someone. Only then are they in your head, your mood can shape your memory of that person and how they would, or how you would like them to react to any given situation.
The only true exception is sadly found in people shunned by our society, deemed insane, and forced to be heavily medicated and strapped to a bed for the rest of their natural lives. They share their mind with the voices in the heads. True companions.
But who are we to judge them? As with anything in life you must first look within to find yourself, and your purpose in life, before you let others influence you. Maybe these people just find what they are looking for in their own mind.
Let me ask you this, would you rather live your life, dealing with all the crap that we must face on a day to day basis, or live out your life in piece, unaware that your dreams, or psychosis isn't real? If life could be perfect, everything would go your way, what makes your dreams any less real, any less fulfilling then the crappy real world?
This may sound reclusive to you but remember, either way, we end up being alone. Memories are never finished as long as you are alive.
Now I'll leave you with something I found on the net a while ago, its about those people that we may think are strange, possibly insane.
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools
for these kinds of people. While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.