you see most of the time it doesnt really start with something precise or concrete...it just gets you,wherever you are,whoever you're with...and then it's a weird setback..socially i mean,coz at some point you're not there anymore...you're somewehre else...on your own...you're probably happy and having an amzing time but you're outside the frame of them...
i've always wondered (big surprise right?)...how does it feel to be "inside" all the time...how heavy can that burden be?
I actually would rather living both lives...mine...and the rest of it outside of me...
you see it's a lot easier to stroll around in crowded streets when you dont really notice all those people around you...they dont care you're here, you don't care they're around you...
i'm not sure about a lot these days...i have all these silent doubts...all these recurent,unspoken questions...
she asked me about where we were going...in this life, in this world...i've always thought it was towards perfection...towards beauty...
but today i'm not sure of anything...i simply dont know...
i've been asked about god again...my answers dont seem to satisfy anybody...or maybe i've been outside too long to make myself coherant to the mainstream...
i really donno anything right now...humour my pointless shatters...i'll probably get better soon...
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'm not sure about a lot these days...i have all these silent doubts...all these recurent,unspoken questions...
but today i'm not sure of anything...i simply dont know...
i've been asked about god again...my answers dont seem to satisfy anybody...or maybe i've been outside too long to make myself coherant to the mainstream...
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That's perfectly normal. that's the reason we're considered thinkers. But we'll always have those questions which has no answers like God or god or however you want to write it, or about where we were and why, and where we're going and why.
Just chill, you're being a normal "deep thinker".
Elie
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i'v read this so many times n i still duno wut to comment...
every single thing u write leaves me wondering, n makes all these new questions pop in my mind.. n so few answers come with those..
i still believe that answers aren't to b found.. they come to us alone, each at its own right time
great one serge
~rana~
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life.. one hell of a journey I'll tell you that but at the same time it offers you amazing moments to savour..
perfection.. a varying non-existent bubble that just drives people to insanity and then blows up in their face leaving them with nothing..
Now, it doesnt really matter whether you're living "inside" or "outside".. all you have to do is just find someone who will live it with you.. or sometimes, lonliness can be of much help..
Life is a painting.. and you, my friend, are the artist..
Amazing write..
I look up to you.. a great mind.. a great thinker..
and if philosophy had a god.. he would be named after you..
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childhood is the best time in life, as long as we can remember .. i never thought we'd reach perfection, ive always thought that we're born with perfection nd it jst fade away as the years go by ..
tomorrow for me is jst 'le neant' .. total blackness .. yet it might be or maybe never exist.. so wut matter is the present, our prensence in the present .. our prensence to ourselves, to our inside, to us ..
we need to hv peace with ourselves in order to deal with the world .. that if it exist ..
yet, "i really donno anything right now...humour my pointless shatters..."
me..
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u always amaze me with ur words i can relate to these the most:
i really donno anything right now...humour my pointless shatters...i'll probably get better soon...
i applaud ...
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