Tuesday, May 6, 2008


How do you see the world around you? Do you wake up every morning telling yourself, “today is going to be stupendous”? Do you see each day as a chance to do something great and meaningful in the world? Do you see each day as the time you must endure until you fall asleep again? Do you see each day as painful torture?

How do you see the people around you? Do you see them as wonderful, cheerful people? Do you see them as people you should unconditionally be kind too? Do you see them as cruel sadists who take advantage of your kindness, and therefore you hate their rotten guts outs?

Could it be true that the way people treat you is a reflection of the way you treat others?
“treat others as you would have them treat yourself”

Do you hide yourself from the rest of the world, maybe because you’re afraid, pr perhaps, you’re just sick of it all.

Maybe, you don’t even give donglefuidck about any of this (its the little thing on the bottom left).

Aimless wandering usually isn’t fun. Neither is aimless pondering. When you do, you’re pretty much lost. It could be literally being lost, being lost mentally, or just a certain feeling. The feeling when you just sit there, after you’ve aimlessly pondered, and wonder, what was all that for?

You feel you’re doing everything wrong. Of course, you haven’t, and you know it, but you’re not quite ready to accept it. You’ve done bad things, maybe you haven’t exactly killed a million people, but you haven’t really done anything good either. It’s an odd feeling, and indescribable one. My attempt at describing something indescribable would fall short, but here it is: it feels there’s a huge bomb inside of you. It’s blown up, and you’re waiting to feel it. Yet you don’t exactly have fire and debris flying out of your mouth and nostrils. The tension of waiting to feel it, feels like it could kill you already. It’s that tension, that anxiety that can just drive someone mad. There’s not much to do about it but try and relax, but that’s sort of hard sometimes. You know you have to fix whatever the problem was. You know you have to do something, at least should. Yet, there you sit, aimlessly meandering fields of grass. Fields empty of everything, but the grass under your feet, and you.

-digital delay

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my.great.ESCAPE. said...

**Dang**, This is some good stuff.

Anonymous said...

I think "[Untitled]" is one of the best titles ever.

- Nathaniel Stanton