we sit on our pedastool and cling to ignorance while disregarding those whose pain we have caused

What does love really mean?

In my rather cynical opinion, it does not exist. At least not in the sense of THE one. As science has disproved religion and magic, it has done so to love. Love is intangible and as with anything intangible, scientifically speaking it no longer exists. We are merely animals made up of millions of atoms, so how would this “true love” exist. How would the creation of having one person whose destiny is to be with you come about without a higher mystical being. In the end, choosing your partner is like choosing your future. Many choices appeal to you, some out of reach and some easier than others. You choose one and try not to look back. And after you invest time into it, the harder it is to waste all that and pick another. True love and destiny are simply ways to convince yourself you made the right choice. Love is not destiny, it is not meant to be. It is merely finding a companion to help you get through your hell.

some love stories are short stories, some are novels

regardless they can all be great stories

and now that our paths are separating, it’s time to find out which we are

No matter how crazy, horrific, sweet, cold,wrong a person’s actions are. What scares me is that I can always understand why they are doing it. And I know that if things were different, that could have been me. Which is why I can never truly hate someone or blame them for their destructive actions because there is always a reason. Even though hate and blame would be much easier.

True love, the one, drugs, alcohol, parties, friends, family, money, religion, hope. Doesn’t it just seem like we are all just searching for something to fill an emptiness that we can’t explain. With all this intelligence, resources, free will and choice that we are born with, it seems as if still none of us are truly happy. When one problem ends a new one appears. Some significant, some not so much. Once the real problems go away we create little ones to worry about and try to solve. If only they were mine, if only they treated me better, if only they left me alone, if only this happened then I’d be happy. There’s something missing in this life that we live. And maybe, if we can focus on the problems that we know won’t make a difference, we can feel as if we are one step closer to finishing our search. And maybe then we can blame our sadness on the rest of the world.

too strong to die

too weak to live

 I want us all to be happy

To live in a world where we can all be sheltered children

No worries, no disappointments, no regrets, no knowledge of the pain that exists  from life and death

Ignorance is bliss as they say

It pains me to see how much we all suffer

And yet we can do nothing about it

Humans will hurt humans

Life will cause pain

I want to end the cycle

And yet I am a part of it just like everyone else

In all our actions

Those we consider small

If you truly think about it

It regularly causes someone pain

To buy, to refuse, to forget, to ignore, to avoid, to prosper

Is hurting someone somewhere

For one to live, one must die

For one to feel joy, one must suffer

That is how our world works

Although I and many of you are one of the fortunate

But how did that fortune come to be?

Our prosperity, our wealth, our lives, our “happiness

Are build on the exploitation and suffering of someone at some point

And even as I see it

I know I am only adding to it

I act with the world and with society

Because to survive, to live, to at least be able to embrace the false happiness

Is to follow the rules of the world

no matter how much you wish things were different

the crazy part is when i am no longer conscious, when i black out

the next day when i wake up I feel like for a moment I was at peace