untitled
meaning was what i sought, questions were what i found.
i'm so glad i penned this down before it slipped my mind like many other stuff that pops into my mind. i guess this pretty much sums up the struggle of life doesn't it. i mean, it just does. every lil action we take in life, we're seeking to put more meaning in our very mundane lives. or rather, at the insistence of many, lives which began mundane. mundane not in the sense of boring, but in the sense, we're all born a clean slate. nothing has been done by us individually to create anymore possibility of a change. at least not yet.
from the point we gain the free will of speech and action, we begin to find the meaning of life itself. feeling, looking, and hearing.
yet, every lil revelation we get, just seems to add more questions to our world. we can't afford to be blind to the many vices of this world. and one of them is ignorance. it'll be the death of us. curiousity killed the cat? well, better a dead, curious cat, than a ignorant one. these questions don't serve to confuse us, they in fact, very oddly and curiously, answer us. you keep asking yourself question after question and finally you realise... damn, you had the answer all along. its not about the getting the right answer; its about asking the right questions.
for me, i'm still exploring, and it sure has been a tough hike. wherever my destination is.. well its been distant and pretty much a rough ride. i'm not sure if what i'm seeking for will lie at the end of the rope. (or my rope haha) but its been a reason to live.
i regret many. and i paid my dues. i cried my tears. its been a very bad time. and... i feel like i'm losing my edge. when that happens, who am i to go to? i've never been good with opening up. and i think my warped sense of distress will scare people. its happened before. prolly will happen again.
i wish i was untitled and reborn. i'd be a clean slate again, and wiped clean of every sin, sorrow and memory.
i'm so glad i penned this down before it slipped my mind like many other stuff that pops into my mind. i guess this pretty much sums up the struggle of life doesn't it. i mean, it just does. every lil action we take in life, we're seeking to put more meaning in our very mundane lives. or rather, at the insistence of many, lives which began mundane. mundane not in the sense of boring, but in the sense, we're all born a clean slate. nothing has been done by us individually to create anymore possibility of a change. at least not yet.
from the point we gain the free will of speech and action, we begin to find the meaning of life itself. feeling, looking, and hearing.
yet, every lil revelation we get, just seems to add more questions to our world. we can't afford to be blind to the many vices of this world. and one of them is ignorance. it'll be the death of us. curiousity killed the cat? well, better a dead, curious cat, than a ignorant one. these questions don't serve to confuse us, they in fact, very oddly and curiously, answer us. you keep asking yourself question after question and finally you realise... damn, you had the answer all along. its not about the getting the right answer; its about asking the right questions.
for me, i'm still exploring, and it sure has been a tough hike. wherever my destination is.. well its been distant and pretty much a rough ride. i'm not sure if what i'm seeking for will lie at the end of the rope. (or my rope haha) but its been a reason to live.
i regret many. and i paid my dues. i cried my tears. its been a very bad time. and... i feel like i'm losing my edge. when that happens, who am i to go to? i've never been good with opening up. and i think my warped sense of distress will scare people. its happened before. prolly will happen again.
i wish i was untitled and reborn. i'd be a clean slate again, and wiped clean of every sin, sorrow and memory.
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