Life's a bitch. You must have heard that before. Well, I think it is actually a snake-biting-its-own-tail kind of bitch. Yes it is. If you ever heard someone say that life is like running around in circles, and wondered what it means, then here I am telling you that it means exactly what it sounds like. It is like running in circles which fractal out into more circles of different dimensions and finally all of them loop around to make one very large Basilisky circle (Caution : Please don't stare right into its eyes). We're assuming here that not being born is equivalent to being dead, just that you leave a residue of an integral over the circle of life. It is throughout Birthdays, New Years, Exams, Up times, Down times, Confusion, Clarity, Alarms, Toilets, Beds, and blahbity and blobh.
It's not that life doesn't change, it is that it changes so much that it has nowhere else to go but to the scratch. You don't need to follow a routine or make a plan, sooner or later you'll find yourself at the same crossroads staring at the same old demon. Cursing fate or celebrating luck, praying for change or grasping for stability, pondering "why?" or choosing "what?", you'll be at the same place again just facing in some other direction. But, oh, you want answers! You look up to people, people who are as clueless as you are. You try to follow them, you try to be them. Then you look back and see what you were, what you've become and recall what you always wanted to be. And then you realize that the only time you were yourself was when you were not craving to have something or to be someone else. And if you are bold enough you start over again, or if not you just wait for the stare of those cold eyes at the end of the tail.
So, that's that.
It's just that I have a class tomorrow and I am felling like attending it, so...
Don't take it heavy.
Peace...
P.S. : I'm an artist. All I need is a canvas.
P.P.S : and a muse.
P.P.P.S : and other stuff too if you don't get the allegory.
It's not that life doesn't change, it is that it changes so much that it has nowhere else to go but to the scratch. You don't need to follow a routine or make a plan, sooner or later you'll find yourself at the same crossroads staring at the same old demon. Cursing fate or celebrating luck, praying for change or grasping for stability, pondering "why?" or choosing "what?", you'll be at the same place again just facing in some other direction. But, oh, you want answers! You look up to people, people who are as clueless as you are. You try to follow them, you try to be them. Then you look back and see what you were, what you've become and recall what you always wanted to be. And then you realize that the only time you were yourself was when you were not craving to have something or to be someone else. And if you are bold enough you start over again, or if not you just wait for the stare of those cold eyes at the end of the tail.
So, that's that.
It's just that I have a class tomorrow and I am felling like attending it, so...
Don't take it heavy.
Peace...
P.S. : I'm an artist. All I need is a canvas.
P.P.S : and a muse.
P.P.P.S : and other stuff too if you don't get the allegory.
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