Did you ever think that you might try to write something in an attempt to enlighten or tell so much that you could feel like you actually got your exact feelings across? Did you think that you could?
Is what you're thinking bigger than the here and now? Can you do what you should? Did it ever occur to you that there is nothing to do? What do you want? Why do you ever stop sleeping?
You activate yourself because you want to find someone to love, right? Did you ever think that this is purely instinctual? You do this because your body wants to mate. I can't say this is so. I can say it might be so. I know the drive runs some peoples' lives. It doesn't run mine but it sure helps it along. Love your love.
You move yourself about becasue you want to be part of the bigger piture, to belong somewhere, right? Did you ever think that there is nothing bigger than what your own mind can hold? Do you want to exist in the "big city" where there are millions of creatures like yourself? Do you want to be an intigral part of some form of organized group of humans? Did you ever think that maybe they don't need you? "They". Why aren't you 'they'? Becasue you will never be 'they'. You can be important. You can. But to who? To yourself? Not as long as you want to be someone else's importance.
You leave the sanctity of your house, where you should feel at ease, in order to create...to carve out yourself a piece of what the world has just waiting for you to take, right? Did you ever think that what you are trying to get your hands on is someone elses peice of the pie? Are you afraid to fail? Should you be? Do you have time to waste wondering if you can accomplish what you desire so badly? Do you really want it? How can you tell if what you're striving for is worth it? You just know, right? Mmmhmm. CAN YOU DO IT!?!? I think so.
How old are you? (this is a question I really want you to answer me) Do you think about how old you are going to be more often then you think about what you can do right now? You know that life is short, right? Do you sit on your ass thinking that you could be doing something beneficial but instead are staring at the tv screen? You are bored, right? You want to conjour up all your energy...all the strength that the years have given you in order to accomplish something great! But what is great?
You go places to enjoy life and to see cool things, right? What if you witnessed someone taking away another person's life in a fit or rage? What's the matter? What's the difference? Would you be horrified? Yes! You wouldn't feel the dead guy's pain though. You would not. What if you could look into a stranger's eyes as you slip off the edge of a cliff to what you know is your doom? Does he care? It is not him losing his life. No. He doesn't really...I mean really care. He'll be over it before he's dead...long after you blinked out of existance.
You breathe becasue you know that something better will come when you leave this world, right? What if you did just simply cease to exist? No god, and no one to save you. What would you be doing right now if you knew that when you died that was it. You're gone and we are not. Could you kill to keep youself alive for a few more inconsequential years? Maybe. I personally believe that beauty, bliss, reconciliation and knowledge await me when I die. I know there is a higher power. Do I know beyond a showdow of a doubt? No. Do I trust that my emotion and intelligence aren't soley my own? That there's a reason for these things residing in me? Yes. Some people live thier lives for the here-after...devote thier entire energies to god or god knows what else. That is not right. If you can't live for you and you have to live for something else to feel right, then you are weak. But who the hell isn't weak?
Do you think about how big the universe and all the places we don't know of is/are? THE COSMOS...dun, dun, DUN! How very inconsequential you are in comparison? Well maybe you should. I do all the time. You know the distance to the stars? Why can't you be there? Becasue you are so very powerless, right? Yer damn right that's right! Get your perspective straight. Me, I like my perspective crooked. There's no point in doing what 'they' want you to do. If you don't believe that then you are a lost cause. Give up right now and cry your sorry ass all the way to your mommy...who, it just so happens, was young like you once too. She knows all about what I'm tellin' ya I betcha. Ask her about it. Ask everyone about it. They're bound to have something to tell you.
How old are you? Where do you live? What do ya love? Why do I care? Because I do. That's it.
Why do some people remain in the stupifying fog of youth longer than others? How long can you use the excuse,"I'm too young." before you're not any more? And believe me this, even though I can't tell you from experience...you are never ever too old. Except maybe for having to depend on others for your very survival like babies do. Even then, you still have to put your faith in other people every now and again. And still, some babies were raised by wolf packs.......well they could have been. Babies are very resilliant you know. They have flexible bones and a mind like a hoover, taking in EVEYTHING.
Do you ever wonder how good a parent you might make? You must realize that every last thing that baby experiences shapes who they will become, right? Even if you are ever so careful to make that the coolest fucking kid that ever walked the black-top you might screw it up anyhow. You might do something you think is right but is not. Be careful. And for god's sake, give it a cool name.
Can you write like me? Nu uh. You can write like you though. Can you tell me about your experiences with just an email? I don't know...you tell me god damn it.
Some people make music. some people make movies. Some people write 1000 page books and some write 6 phrase poems. Is it important to convey a piece of yourself? I do believe that it is. Can you be content in just letting you be the one who knows how you feel? I don't think that I can. Do you need someone else? I think you do. What about the people who live in the woods by themselves practically all thier lives? I don't fucking know. They either don't have too much going on upstairs and are content in eating, sleeping and walking around or they are a WHOLE hell of alot smarter than me. Either that or they're nuts.
You know what is important though? Laughing is very important. If you can't laugh you're in trouble, buddy. You can't just wander around hating everything..you'll kill your pathetic ass. So basically what this extremely long rant boils down to is...do what makes you happy. Everything else is butta. Gravy. It's jiggy baby. It's all comedy and it's all so important that your life depends on it at the same ass time. Be cool.