In a dream, I felt like I was weightless. The sounds around me, so obstructed and strange. It felt nice, feeling peace for once. Is this what being dead feels like? When you die, are you truly at peace? Some dreams, these vivid dreams of me and you and the rest, they all sometimes feel so surreal, I just don’t want to wake, I just want to sleep, Eternally.
It’s nice to feel at peace as it is nice to feel Crowded. As feeling crowded helps you keep your sanity, knowing your not alone in this world. Although, sometimes you wish you were. But then you forget, and fade. I prefer being Crowded. Having millions of people whom to talk with, play around with, Cling with and just.. Live with. To love someone is to love yourself as well for you cannot love another without loving yourself.
People have to understand life isn’t just about getting somewhere or doing something, it’s about feeling good about yourself. OF actually seeing the world for the splendorous thing it is. How good it feels to free yourself from the chains of society and be with the one you love without being told to how, or when to love this person. To be able to see their true inner beauty is only one of the advantages of love. To know who they are, feel their skin against yours, these things make you feel alive. They make you feel human.
We spoil everything we have, just by thinking about us and only us. “My car, my house, my toys, my land, my money.” Wrong. “My atmosphere destroyer, my stone-filled grave, my long-lasting harmful plastics, MY self-acclaimed slice of the earth, my ink-filled cotton.” is wrong. “My friend carrier(carpool), Our house, my toys, my land, my tool of trade.” Is correct.
We waste our tool of trades on “collectibles” and other worthless plastic items. For what? To harm our poor earth? I don’t know, i sometimes just wish This was a dream, and that my dreams were my life. I sometimes wish… None of these bad things were true… That we humans, would actually understand our chaos.
2nd Post. Soar on Curiosity, Boredom being your fuel.
The days pass by, and yet, we do mostly nothing. How is it, that none of us, well, not a lot of us get curious, and start running amok, Poking and probing random things, just to figure out what they do?
Why is it that we are pleased with just day to day living and going to our boring jobs? If we had anything, Why money? Why not a good life, a relaxing morning on a beach with the person you love and family (If you have one)? Out of everything, Money? Is it really that important? Soar through the Curiosity-filled sky on a glider, or Dive into a Wisdom filled ocean? Don’t say these don’t exist because they do. How come we’re more concerned with exploring other worlds? What’s so boring about ours? There’s so many new things on this planet and old ones that Have yet to been discover! Why modify what we have?
Can’t we live at peace? I mean, sure, modify things for the better good like a hybrid car or electric one. But a few days ago i saw someone mutated a Cow just so they’d have more food… What? WHAT?! Seriously? What’s wrong with plain old regular cows? Why interfere in the cycle of life?
Geez… Anyway, but yeah… We can’t be happy with,with i don’t know.. A life?! Yeah! we can never be pleased with our own lives but whatever, right? Let’s pretend we never say “Oh my fucking god someone shoot me!” or “Why is my life so hard?!” Do you think you’d be happy not saying that? No! It makes you happier actually, to rant and complain because you are emotionally releasing your stress believe it or not, the bitchiest (Or honest, we just prefer to call them bitches which actually means female dog or “Bitch” which means insect in Spanish but people relate to it as being a dick or being mean/ a jerk to everyone) people most often end up being happy.. Interesting no?
I’m not saying go shoot everyone for saying a rude comment but it never hurts to let the world know how you feel. Go around, listen to music, admire the world in its concrete and natural form.. Try preserving the non-concrete places and enjoy the natural life as well and as much as a city-born life. You’ll grow to love it one day..