So, there is a dust storm outside. A cloud of dust in the air so thick the temperature dropped 20 degrees lower than normal. i was able to stare straight at the sun without squinting. After thoughts of nuclear war, alien solar systems, and thinking about saying all the right words for all the wrong reasons, i began to wonder what the purpose of life was. So, really, what is the purpose of life? I wasnt able to find any sort of real meaning. Life seemed to boil down to nothing more than a simple chemical reaction that some how gives us a concious mind to ponder the meaning of the chemical reaction. Life is depressing. Then again, who could come to a happy conclusion about the meaning of life, when the one pondering the meaning of life has been sitting guard for several hours. See, the reason i am in this situation is because i wanted my life to have purpose. I thought it would be a great idea to join my nations military because it would give me direction, it would teach me how to be a better person and put my foot on the first step on the ladder to success. You see the problem here right? When I was young and naive, i thought a good life was a successful life. A life in which people would think, wow, he really did something. But when i die, my success will die with me. You live, you die. Shit happens. If you make some great discovery and the entire world loves you for it, you still die. If you become addicted to drugs and live for nothing but to satisfy your addiction, and everyone hates you for it; you still die. In the future, when this earth can longer support human life, we will die and the universe will continue on. Yet, here i am, stuck in Afghanistan, and im just now figuring all this out. Shame on me. Shame on everyone around me.
Life is like love. That is a great simile. They are alike in so many ways. Love is exciting at first. You just cant seem to get enough of the object that you love. You douse yourself in it. You relish every moment of it. You smoke it until it burns your fingers. But the interesting part is, once it starts to hurt, once it is no longer as enjoyable as it was before you refuse to throw it away. Life is like that. You surround yourself with life. Its exciting. But after the shine wears off, and it hurts to simply breath, you just dont give up. You just keep fighting until the moment when all the fight leaves you.
Love like life, is not undying. Love is a simple attraction to another person. Yet when the attraction is no longer hot and boiling in your loins, you fight to keep it alive. People go crazy trying to make love last. Counseling, random flowers, better sex, anything to keep love alive. The same goes for life. 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 years. People just cant seem to get enough of life. Countless hours of research, and energy go into medical research. To what purpose? To make life last longer. Even if the life is no longer enjoyable, it will last for just one more minute.
While on the subject i shall continue my personal vendetta on love. I honestly think it is a great emotion and at the same time one of the most destructive. Hell, there are over what.... 6 billion people on earth. If not for love, there would probably be half that. Maybe less. There would be less war thats for sure. People would lie to themselves less. People would hate themselves less. All this if only love did not exist. On the other hand, there would be alot less kindness. There would be alot less literature and art. Maybe alot less science too. haha im done for now i think
Life is like love. That is a great simile. They are alike in so many ways. Love is exciting at first. You just cant seem to get enough of the object that you love. You douse yourself in it. You relish every moment of it. You smoke it until it burns your fingers. But the interesting part is, once it starts to hurt, once it is no longer as enjoyable as it was before you refuse to throw it away. Life is like that. You surround yourself with life. Its exciting. But after the shine wears off, and it hurts to simply breath, you just dont give up. You just keep fighting until the moment when all the fight leaves you.
Love like life, is not undying. Love is a simple attraction to another person. Yet when the attraction is no longer hot and boiling in your loins, you fight to keep it alive. People go crazy trying to make love last. Counseling, random flowers, better sex, anything to keep love alive. The same goes for life. 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 years. People just cant seem to get enough of life. Countless hours of research, and energy go into medical research. To what purpose? To make life last longer. Even if the life is no longer enjoyable, it will last for just one more minute.
While on the subject i shall continue my personal vendetta on love. I honestly think it is a great emotion and at the same time one of the most destructive. Hell, there are over what.... 6 billion people on earth. If not for love, there would probably be half that. Maybe less. There would be less war thats for sure. People would lie to themselves less. People would hate themselves less. All this if only love did not exist. On the other hand, there would be alot less kindness. There would be alot less literature and art. Maybe alot less science too. haha im done for now i think
adrastea:
I think I've lost the point of life myself. Love is a strong word. One abused, and not always used wisely. It's an emotion that can bring a smile, and an emotion that can kill. Love hurts. Life hurts. Yet we long for a little more love each day. A little more, and we are never satisfied with the love we get. Because that fire is gone. Therefore, we only want more. Something better. Something worthwhile. Something worth smiling over again. That's life. It's a bitch. And it stabs you in the heart in the long run.
aenn:
hahaha that's the best idea ever 