Sipping coffee on a warm Sunday afternoon... Inhaling a long streak of white floating substance and then exhaling slowly.. A serious look, eyes scanning slowly, a small wrinkle on the forehead.. Sitting alone...
Are these the signs of one who is in solitude? One who feels a sense of quiet emptiness inside and chooses this time to reflect upon life? Or is it purely a state of relaxation? Relaxation which involves smoke that engulfs and glaring streaks of ray in your eyes.
We often strive for our wants. What do we want? We want what our puny brains, and shallow experiences tell us to want. In soft whispers it tempts. And like idiots we yield. Silly imbeciles we are to fall for such an old trick in the book. Yet…
Our egoistical selves say that we are still in the right. We make a decision for ourselves and therefore that makes us the better of the lot. Just because we can make ‘stupid’ decisions we are the better of the lot. We often justify getting away with idle dreams.
At the end of the day, we sit back and think to ourselves, “Am I happy? If I am, why do I fell so… empty…?” We then sit and ponder. We think that we are the better of the lot because we ‘reflect’. What a joke THat is. We ‘reflect’. Truth is we reflect on our own folly and even during that short mystical time we create a garden within in which we plant more seeds of self denial. Marvelous aren’t we... Mankind..
Are these the signs of one who is in solitude? One who feels a sense of quiet emptiness inside and chooses this time to reflect upon life? Or is it purely a state of relaxation? Relaxation which involves smoke that engulfs and glaring streaks of ray in your eyes.
We often strive for our wants. What do we want? We want what our puny brains, and shallow experiences tell us to want. In soft whispers it tempts. And like idiots we yield. Silly imbeciles we are to fall for such an old trick in the book. Yet…
Our egoistical selves say that we are still in the right. We make a decision for ourselves and therefore that makes us the better of the lot. Just because we can make ‘stupid’ decisions we are the better of the lot. We often justify getting away with idle dreams.
At the end of the day, we sit back and think to ourselves, “Am I happy? If I am, why do I fell so… empty…?” We then sit and ponder. We think that we are the better of the lot because we ‘reflect’. What a joke THat is. We ‘reflect’. Truth is we reflect on our own folly and even during that short mystical time we create a garden within in which we plant more seeds of self denial. Marvelous aren’t we... Mankind..
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