I made this blog public for a change. Whats the point of hiding your entire life, who really sees you anyway. People only see what they want to see, so who the hell cares, be yourself, inside out, its probably the only way to truly live anyway. We hide to protect, we protect from fear, fear of being hurt, taken advantage perhaps, or fear of possibly connecting with another human being. Its funny how there are millions of people in this world, each suffering in their own ways.You'd think with so many of us brilliant smart people, we find a way out of it, we find a way to extract peace out of the madness, love out of the fear, and happiness out of the hardships, yet here we are, day in and day out, reliving our madness, as if this is life.
Is there really such a thing as peace, such a thing as love, or such a thing as happiness, or are they simply words we created for states of minds, we have experienced. What if all those things, are a consequence of the madness we call life. I had a friend ones, who talked about going deeper into the rabbit hole. I never quite understood what he meant, until I became like that. Until I saw life for its infinite possibilities, which it in a large essences is, our only roadblocks, are ourselves, our close ones, and everyone else. Is there really a way out? You would have to outsmart, or fight through every single person, or you can simply be you. Who are you anyway, without others.
If you were the only person to exist in this world, who would you be? Would it even matter?
So then who are we with everyone, just living, breathing parts of nature. And when we look at it that way, our life is perfect, as it is, in line with nature, we are perfect in our misery, we are perfect, in the patterns, and delusions or reality. Because we are nature, and this is what happens, when nature goes out of wack, we remain natural, only there is no such thing as peace, happiness, or love, we have existing, being, doing, and living.
If my posts are deep or overwhelming maybe it just is, existing, with no real meaning at all. Perfect as it is.
Is there really such a thing as peace, such a thing as love, or such a thing as happiness, or are they simply words we created for states of minds, we have experienced. What if all those things, are a consequence of the madness we call life. I had a friend ones, who talked about going deeper into the rabbit hole. I never quite understood what he meant, until I became like that. Until I saw life for its infinite possibilities, which it in a large essences is, our only roadblocks, are ourselves, our close ones, and everyone else. Is there really a way out? You would have to outsmart, or fight through every single person, or you can simply be you. Who are you anyway, without others.
If you were the only person to exist in this world, who would you be? Would it even matter?
So then who are we with everyone, just living, breathing parts of nature. And when we look at it that way, our life is perfect, as it is, in line with nature, we are perfect in our misery, we are perfect, in the patterns, and delusions or reality. Because we are nature, and this is what happens, when nature goes out of wack, we remain natural, only there is no such thing as peace, happiness, or love, we have existing, being, doing, and living.
If my posts are deep or overwhelming maybe it just is, existing, with no real meaning at all. Perfect as it is.
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