hello, my crystal-clear people! hope everyone is doing great.
so today, this fellow saint has come all the way down from the peak of a mountain named wisdom just to tell ye all—actually, share his opinion about life—what i think of it, what i don’t. and maybe a little bullshit from the right and some from the left. this blog might be named life or something, but it’s not just the living concept or something—it’s everything that makes up life.
now this blog might feel very random at times, so yep, just letting ye know!
umm… finding the right way to start it… actually, let it be open-started.
so, i think i understand life a little—not completely, only a little of it. but if someone asked me, “tell me what this life is about,” i might not be able to tell them. i wouldn’t be able to give a definition of it. and if i were asked whether i’m living my life on the same terms as i understand it, i’d still say no. and i guess it’s the same way with everyone—no one truly lives their life on the same terms they seem to understand it.
some beliefs i have: that each of us, at our core, is the same—you, me, everyone, hell, even einstein. we are nothing different. i can do all the same things that you can do and vice versa. the only difference is the way we do it. but where does this difference stem from? i believe it comes from the idea that everyone wants to be different. that is the root of this difference. and maybe that might be the unique thing… maybe. but really, there is nothing unique about it. like, if everyone has this unique thing, doesn’t it become a cliché?
people, at their core, are too attached to their beliefs. they don’t want to abandon their belief just for some logic that could take away the comfort that particular belief brings to them. and also, that “people who believe without reason can’t be convinced by giving a reason.”
when a person is involved in something like love, he becomes a little different. this thing—love—does something, something that doesn’t occur normally, like your goddamn neighbors in your house. love can cause something like… the lyrics from under pressure:
"why can’t we give love? 'cause love’s such an old-fashioned word, and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night, and love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves."
however, when a person is not in love, he doesn’t really care about these things. instead, he becomes a very reasonably logical person—like, peak-level logical—who has questions that can’t be answered by some person following some religious dogma. a person who is not in love questions things more often, like, why doesn’t he have the love of his life while everyone else does? (just kidding about the question.) but really, a person not in love judges the world more. at least, i do.
i feel (just my opinion) that an experienced life is better than just a good life—an experienced life can be a good life, but a good life doesn’t necessarily mean an experienced one. i’m not saying you should experience everything, but you should experience life as much as you can. its just my opinion.
see, anyway, i am an absurd guy (oh, the irony), so the meaning of things doesn’t really matter to me. because at the end of life, if i’m not there, then what do meanings matter to me? i’m just a guy looking for peace, looking for chances to be amused by this absurdity of life. and i won’t lie, i’m having quite some time. but in between, i do become an existentialist who kinda gives a shit to some point. but beyond that—who are you, and who am i? it doesn’t really matter.
yep, that was all in this empty head. will see you invisible folks later. till then, peace.