Sigh... another boring day
Seriously man, one day, all we're going to think about is death. Not whether we'll die or not, immortality is a load of crap. But when, how and for whom... when are we to die, young or old, how we are to die, natural causes? For whom are we going to die for...
Death comes to all. No use running away, might as well face it. Face death like a man. Not that i'll be dying soon, i don't know, no one knows. But I can't possibly live each day as if it's the last, neither can i assume i have all the time in the world... Gahhh! How is one to live his life? Sometimes i really think death is a solution, to boredom, to insecurity, to disappointment. A person without worries is either a child or a corpse. Or maybe a retard.
I've started dreaming aftera hiatus of like 2 years. Is this a sign of residual consciousness due to overexertion of thought or is it that i've been thinking to little nowadays, thats why my mind continues in my slumber. Must consult Freud on that.
Question: How do we know that we want to know what we know? Do we merely accept that we want to know something just because we have already found out, and neglect to remember what we actually set out to find out? Or do we actively retain our childlike curiosity? Like the fox in an Aesop fable, do we not want to know something just because we cannot find out why? Are we all alike in pursuing answers? Don't tell me what i don't want to know, don't want to know what I don't want to know. Do I actually know what is it that I don't want to know, if so, Do I not already know?
Look into my eyes... you are getting sleepy... do not resist... slumber..........forget her.... no longer in your life... in your scope of existence... gone... when I snap my fingers, awaken to a new world....
*snap!*
when someone gives you that kind of sardonic look when you meet, you'd be better off forgetting.
-rray
remember [11:47 PM]
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