Kirjoitin joskus..
Now I am actually writing this on Monday, well the night between Sunday and Monday, so why do I write at this hour, despite I have school. Well as all brilliant ideas, they won’t make any sense. I just realised something.
Why are people like they tend to be? Well they are animals, and weakest get beaten. One that looses self confidence is drawn in a bad situation. I know I’ve seen that on my friend, I’ve seen that on me, I’ve seen that everywhere. Everyone is powerful, as long as that person, that is you, knows deep down the sad truth of the human condition, and that is the constant struggle, no matter how small or how large. 50 million people bleed and we have all drank their blood by now, how we are all on the steps of ruins, what past gave us, but only thing that matters is the present and what You can do for yourself. I correct myself I mean me.
Now what is this about? It’s about nothing. Because in the end life is… about nothing. Its just random travel to a destination we know nothing about with people we can’t truly control. We can’t even control ourselves; we are slaves to our sex, our looks, our smarts, our family, the weather? Maybe we all know this, but it’s hard to accept failure or inept in ourselves.
Everyone is valuable, everyone can have a good life, Safe and full of dreams of nothing. But measured in billions, with and ever increasing inflation.
Is it okay to dream, if there is no sleep? I want to say nothing, useless waste of space