A Million Little Pieces...
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I cried a thousand tears and repainted the world so that the reds were redder, the oranges more orange, and the gold shone more brightly. It was as if each tear removed a blemish from the world -- God's reassurance that things will get better; the world encompassed in one big color harmony. Everything fits.
I can feel blood flowing through my veins again. It's odd feeling it flow both up and down your arms and fingers all at once. It seems so contradictory, but in actuality its all the same process. A billion cells working to fuel the larger system. Everything breaks down into something else. Decomposition isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind. But maybe recomposition or simultaneous composition.
You don't need to be dead to be broken down.
It's so strange to me how in the universe everything works in small, little steps. But in our everyday lives we bypass all of it, opting for larger and faster. When did "the bigger the better" replace "less is more?" We pop pills to solve the chills we get from too much, too fast.
Change isn't a word, it's a lifestyle.
The buzz of cars rushing back and forth never fades, not even in sleep. Whatever happened to walking? Silence has gone extinct;there's always something electric humming in the background. Always some other noise that needs shutting off.
I feel like everyone is moving, but no one is going anywhere. Their movement serves no purpose. They aren't heading anywhere; it's circular, like the rodent on the wheel. Senseless. What's the point of moving, if you have no actual movement? It's like everyone's looking for something, but no one's actually searching. Temporary solutions are far easier than long term ones. No one likes to struggle...
I've come to the conclusion that the more you do and the more you have, the less you see and the less you care. And when I say "have" I don't mean money necessarily. I just mean in general. This isn't true for everyone, but the more I see the more I feel this way.
Some days, all I want to do is unplug the world and go back to simplicity.
I want to go back to when Death was more than a five letter word. Not because I'm dark and cynical, but because not openly acknowledging it seems to falsify life. Lessen it. If you don't fear death, how can you enjoy life? And even the brief period of acknowledgment we do allow death, we beautify it or run from it. Bed sheets cover passed on faces and make up tries to remove all traces of death...We hide death because we're too afraid to deal with it. We push it aside and acknowledge it only when forced. And I don't really understand how you have a purpose unless you acknowledge that you and what you do are only temporary. You're going to die. It's inevitable. Why don't you just accept it now? I don't get how can you make decisions when you don't acknowledge death in some form and unless you acknowledge some form of afterlife too, life seems so pointless. Honestly, when you get down to it it's downright depressing.
I can feel blood flowing through my veins again. It's odd feeling it flow both up and down your arms and fingers all at once. It seems so contradictory, but in actuality its all the same process. A billion cells working to fuel the larger system. Everything breaks down into something else. Decomposition isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind. But maybe recomposition or simultaneous composition.
You don't need to be dead to be broken down.
It's so strange to me how in the universe everything works in small, little steps. But in our everyday lives we bypass all of it, opting for larger and faster. When did "the bigger the better" replace "less is more?" We pop pills to solve the chills we get from too much, too fast.
Change isn't a word, it's a lifestyle.
The buzz of cars rushing back and forth never fades, not even in sleep. Whatever happened to walking? Silence has gone extinct;there's always something electric humming in the background. Always some other noise that needs shutting off.
I feel like everyone is moving, but no one is going anywhere. Their movement serves no purpose. They aren't heading anywhere; it's circular, like the rodent on the wheel. Senseless. What's the point of moving, if you have no actual movement? It's like everyone's looking for something, but no one's actually searching. Temporary solutions are far easier than long term ones. No one likes to struggle...
I've come to the conclusion that the more you do and the more you have, the less you see and the less you care. And when I say "have" I don't mean money necessarily. I just mean in general. This isn't true for everyone, but the more I see the more I feel this way.
Some days, all I want to do is unplug the world and go back to simplicity.
I want to go back to when Death was more than a five letter word. Not because I'm dark and cynical, but because not openly acknowledging it seems to falsify life. Lessen it. If you don't fear death, how can you enjoy life? And even the brief period of acknowledgment we do allow death, we beautify it or run from it. Bed sheets cover passed on faces and make up tries to remove all traces of death...We hide death because we're too afraid to deal with it. We push it aside and acknowledge it only when forced. And I don't really understand how you have a purpose unless you acknowledge that you and what you do are only temporary. You're going to die. It's inevitable. Why don't you just accept it now? I don't get how can you make decisions when you don't acknowledge death in some form and unless you acknowledge some form of afterlife too, life seems so pointless. Honestly, when you get down to it it's downright depressing.
"Than Almitra spoke, saying, 'We would ask now of Death.'
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
- The Prophet (Kahlil Gibran)
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Why don't you think on that one and get back to me.
- The girl.
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