Thoughts From The Journal
People live life only standing by the fire. Nobody ever jumps in. Sure we like the comfort of the heat it lets off, the flicker of the flame. Though without the blister of a burn how can we say we lived life to the fullest as we just been sitting around the damn thing admiring it.
People frustrate me for there inability to be honest with themselves. They go through life tormenting themselves in accordance with the social norms. Fitting their life within the hidden guidelines and expectations of others around them. I hate the dependency we have on others to give us reflection and feed back on who we are and what we are to become.
People are so alone.... going though life only to graze the sleeves of others. Yet all of us urning for more, to be understood, to be loved and accepted for all we are.
I wish, that when we die, that we may be free from all the physical and social barriers that wedge between us. That we may be free spirits, souls without fear to somehow connect by only the desire and need to do so.
I feel that our lives somehow have purpose for us, some reasoning between all we can't understand. Like somehow we are connected beyond the pain and the hurt that affects our reality.
People live life only standing by the fire. Nobody ever jumps in. Sure we like the comfort of the heat it lets off, the flicker of the flame. Though without the blister of a burn how can we say we lived life to the fullest as we just been sitting around the damn thing admiring it.
People frustrate me for there inability to be honest with themselves. They go through life tormenting themselves in accordance with the social norms. Fitting their life within the hidden guidelines and expectations of others around them. I hate the dependency we have on others to give us reflection and feed back on who we are and what we are to become.
People are so alone.... going though life only to graze the sleeves of others. Yet all of us urning for more, to be understood, to be loved and accepted for all we are.
I wish, that when we die, that we may be free from all the physical and social barriers that wedge between us. That we may be free spirits, souls without fear to somehow connect by only the desire and need to do so.
I feel that our lives somehow have purpose for us, some reasoning between all we can't understand. Like somehow we are connected beyond the pain and the hurt that affects our reality.
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