"I always find it greatly amusing when I listen to drunks wax philosophically. What is funny is that they make more sense drunk then they do when they have full acknowledgement of what they say. Drunks are like a child, they are more apt to say what they really mean because they don't have full control.
this is my breaking point. i wonder where we'll be in ten years. selfishness is when you wonder where your life is going to be before it is. i just want to change the world. you have to start somewhere. i am extremism. i am love. i strive for unconditional love toward all. it is very hard, you know. you ridicule, thus i ridicule. i ridicule, thus you.
It's two a.m. and I'm watching the smoke from my cigarette, curl in infinite grey eddies through the air in front of me. A visual representation of the conversation I'm having with my three friends, all at cardinal points. We're having a war conference, of sorts. The discarded "Baconator" wrappers, and empty fry boxes, scattered about the kitchen table serve as a map.
One thing that bothers me quite a lot about modern religions, modern politics, and much of modern life in general, is the emphasis on what is "true," what is "right," and what is "good." Rather than addressing all of these topics at once, which would be quite a thing to take on, I have chosen to examine one of them, truth.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." -- Anais Nin
Living life as a teen, things are full of angst, over blown, out of proportion; everything holds drama and every day is the worst day of your life. Tests and catty differences loom around every corner and everything is an obstacle....
Or is it?
Do You Remember; Deja Vu...
Imaginary Realists
