The Place

A mirror, as still waters that give back everything they ever receive. Images as many as grains of sand in a limitless desert, lost forever, never to be recalled.

All the tides of emotion are forgotten, the mistakes, the choices. All these are lost in the depths of the featureless mirror.

Distorted images, flowing back from nothingness. Memory overpowers, the thoughts are not forgotten. The past reaches out of the whirling chaos, threatens to draw in the Lost. The future, with strangling hold, stalks in shrouds of the storm. Lightning streaks across the blackness, illumination, falling...

Nothingness.

Redundancy

We are who we are. If we were not us then we would not be us. In fact, we would not even exist. The only reason being that, if we were not us, we would be someone else.

Instead of finding satisfaction in being who we are, our never ending quest is to become someone else, whom, in our opinion, is far superior to us in every way possible. So why do we even try? Why do we waste our lives, our energy, on something we cannot even hope to attain?

The competition is overwhelming. Not only do we compete with others for superiority, but we even try to outdo ourselves in a never ending marathon that has no goal. There is no light at the end of this tunnel, and there never will be. Yet, sadly, we continue our hopeless trajectory, dragging onward. In the expanse of the desert, we are misled by the mirages that our mind substitutes as we continue our hollow eyed pursuit.

When will we ever realize our true condition? That we live only to impress others at our own cost, this life has no meaning. Our opinions of what is superior will never fully coincide with the thoughts of others. The word has no true definition. Each individual has their own interpretation, has their own view of the goal that cannot be attained. It is blown away as dust on the wind.

Why then can this interpretation not focus on ourselves? Each individual has an expression, has a character of their own. Instead of struggling to fit the superficial expectations of society, why can we not instead ease into the comfortable fit of our own individuality?

We have minds of our own. To explore them reaps much greater benefit than to simply walk in the footsteps of others. The freedom of thought rips across the barren desert of society, far superior to anything we could have ever imagined. We are freed from the gritted hands of society. No more do we pursue the fevered visions of the thirsty man. We are free.

Post dedicated to Summer.

We Are

We think, therefore we are. There is no denying that we are here, right now, at this very moment. What are we doing here? We have been given life. For what reason? Is there a reason? The ultimate irony. We take life for granted, until someone or something opens our eyes, to see how short life really is.

Even after millions of years since civilization first started, we still haven't figured ourselves out.
Even the most brilliant biologist cannot truly explain life, despite all the scientific theories and explanations that exist. The fact remains, no matter how much they know about life, they could never create it.

We have life. Why do we have this wonderful powerful gift? Did we simply happen into the world so we could lead our lives in the ways we chose and then simply disappear? Even if we leave a legacy and are remembered and honored, what good is that? We ourselves are gone. Nothing. Vanished.

Is life truly nothing then? Why then do we continue living? There must be a purpose to our life, and that purpose cannot be to simply walk through the centuries and have a good life.

And still, countless myriads of human beings simply stroll through life, seeking for some true purpose to hold on to.

Life is nothing without faith.

Falsification

Society. The way it works is so complex, yet so simple. There are those that are considered intellegent, and those that might never get anywhere in life. There are stereotypes, classifications. Everything in society is classified. The ultimate goal is superiority. Who really is superior? They say it depends on opinion. Opinions will always differ. What is superiority? No one will ever know. Should we focus on the induvidual or on society as whole? Wondering...Its all falsification.

Blind Tunnel

There's a raging fire coursing through veins, a flood of searing emotion, exploding through the being.

They can never understand, refuse to try, don't want to listen.

They think they know what is right, regardless of the feeling, the need for independence. Were they not once seekers of independence, trying to find a way?

Mistakes are made, life goes on, but when will it ever end? When will this body be free of the puppet strings that hold it? Even the fire cannot burn through these.

Running through a tube, with glimpses of the outside world, still guided onward, only one way to go.

Where is the light at the end of it all? Losing sight of it in the twists and turns of life. Wondering, what will the light be like? Blinding, flashing white, lost and confused...

The Inner Battle

Surges of emotion stream through, smashing against the confinements of the container. And yet the container shows no sign of the violent storm that it contains. Peace and quiet are shattered. The thrashing flow tries to force itself through the smallest crack.

So much wondering...

So many questions, so much wondering. Will it ever stop? What is the point? Will we ever know? If we ever find out, will it be too late?

There are so many things we can turn to, a world full of action, things to do. And yet, the emptiness remains...Nothing seems to be able to fill us, we are hungry for something more. What is it? We do not know...We can only keep searching for as long as we have, or just give up.

Our lives revolve around achieving goals. It is human nature. To attain something greater than what we are...And still, when we have attained the goal towards we press, the emptiness remains, and we search for more...

Why is it like this? Did it just happen like that? It is not something that can be explained through science. It is beyond our understanding, beyond our intellect. Can true happiness ever be obtained? Can the gnawing hunger be sated?

There are so many possibilities, more than we could ever hope to try in a life time. Is there any hope at all?

There are some who have found...

But THEY refuse to listen

If only...If only