What a strange concoction, is this existence we call life?
Perhaps you also feel the same as I do? I, who am filled with rage
for even being born at some moments. And at the same time would not
consider giving up one moment willingly, not ever. Strange is this concoction
of contrast and confusing. To often times feel so much hate, for something so
cherished and so beautiful. Life is truly an endless spectrum of everything.
If you aren't enjoying it?
Please for the love of yourself,
do something about it!
Go out and make it a great day!
Contact someone you miss.
You just never know what may come about.
edit on 9-2-2014 by randyvs because: (no reason given)
Hello, sorry I dont mean to be rude, but I dont quite understand what you are trying to say in the op. How do you suggest I make contact? I dont have
one of those huge gyro-scopes to be droped into....
I am a believer of Aliens but I do not understand what you are trying to say..
As I get older and more comparatively successful at surviving (than those whom I've loved throughout my life) contact becomes less and less
concrete. Less and less real. Perhaps life's most merciful gift to those whose longevity makes death that much more predictable, and its proximity
that much more palpable, is to steal away more and more of what connects the aged to this material realm, and pile it up just past the veil for them
as a comfort in the face of so much uncertainty. Like all your furniture being moved on ahead of you to the next place, making the house you're
leaving less and less your home as your moving day approaches.
Seems such a strange anomaly. Its accepted as perfectly natural to to be born and die into this unknown , but no matter how hard we try not even the
smartest mind that ever existed to our knowledge , can even grasp a 000000.00000.% of what we even are.