The world is an endless barrage.
Showing that our time should be within the consuming desire to have, to cling to things that makes us more human.
When everyone knows that all we have is this minute. But that’s a terrible idea. We couldn’t possibly be withholding from ourselves… could we? Spreading the idea that we’re here for a reason, or that our existence is all just accident.
No matter what I believe, no matter the meaning of my days or priorities, I want to live.
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To know that life is more than what I make it to be. I make it for what it is.
To feel pain. To awaken my spirit with adventure. To be honest with myself. To be passionate in anything and everything.
But the world still swirls and tumbles along.
Making me try to believe that I’m more human, than man.
That I should run to another land and live inside a cave for the rest of my days.
“That would be terrific.”
I think to myself today.
I am more than I am now. More than any one person’s words could define. And that’s the way it should be.
I should be meant for discovery, always.
So I’m going to let the world do what it always has. The best I can do is keep from going insane as I see time scraping away. And as the world sways its arms and staggers around, as a drunkard looks for another drink, I’ll keep to the fact that all this mess is for something bigger.
More than any one human mind can make.
And no matter the excuses we create.
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Posted on January 12, 2011
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