aclockworkdarby:

karawithakforkill replied to your post: karawithakforkill replied to your post: There…

For that person, no maybe so. But for others, I have to disagree. There is plenty of meaning. I would elaborate but I only have 100 characters left lol.

What I mean by there not being meaning…

I would have to disagree still, if by inherent you mean there is nothing permanent, essential or characteristic about death? Without life, death cannot exist, death is essential. It changes us, in so many ways. While I can agree that mostly everyone on the planet are disgustingly selfish, not everyone is like that. Death is inherent. Although, I can understand what you mean, I have to politely disagree, dear sir.

My mind seems to wander, I scan over people’s daily lives, pictures of them with family, thoughts that they like to share and their growing lives. Everyone seems connected now.

I have but one observation, with the presidential election around the corner, my mind scans for reasons to vote, things that shall bring me to a decision, who will run the country and make us better, bring us the satisfaction that we all desire.

But others, it’s like a fighting pack of lions, each going for the arteries of the opponent. It’s tiring, aggravating, and most of all a bit repetitive. I have always had trouble communicating, expressing my words exactly as I felt, but who hasn’t?

People are so quick to hold their side, but half the time don’t know what they’re talking about, let alone what the truth is. What is the truth? I can’t seem to find it in the words that people throw around, it doesn’t truly exist, and what may seem like a black and white issue has suddenly become grey. There isn’t a solid color in sight.

So quick to point the finger, so quick to find the flaws, and never look at the good, never look at the truth. You hold your stance, regardless of what is really going on, you let others sway you, and you let the majority contribute to your opinions instead of yourself. What do YOU believe?

My mind is tired, tired of watching people attack each other. How hard is it to believe that we are all human, that neither one of us is any different then the other. You turn the lights off and were all the same color. Turn the lights on and people are so quick to make a judgement simply on the way you look, or act, or feel. Who are you to judge anyone? You stand behind religion as an excuse for your rash behavior, telling others that god opposes it because it is a good reason behind all of your actions. You will never be honest with yourself, just continue to hide behind others as an excuse for your actions.

How hard is it to just be a good person?

Let us all enjoy the beauty that surrounds us, the air that blows our hair back, the sweltering heat of the summer that causes us to run for cover, the nature that has always been there for us, welcoming always. We take anything and everything for granted, we don’t care about what makes life beautiful, we sell it for get rich quick schemes.

Well one day, when the sun dims and you close your eyes you will wonder what happened. What happened to your life. You spent the only life you knew of discriminating, hating, judging. Instead of loving, appreciating, observing, and enjoying. I cannot imagine a lifetime of so much negativity, I cannot spend my life that way even though it is so much easier to. I want to appreciate and love.

I want life.

Oh, hi. How are you? I know you played an utterly insane serial killer in this movie, but I really don’t care. Just watched this movie the first time the other day, and didn’t realize how fucking amazing it was. Must..Watch…..Again

Yes.

Story of my life.

I do write! You inspire me to write, I love the way a good writer and a bad writer can talk about the same thing, in yet, one will be more intriguing. Words are beautiful to me, although not my passion, one thing I will always hold dear :)

Passion is that feeling of pure euphoria, when you close your eyes and time sits still, even if for just a moment.

Even as a child, I could see the stars. I didn’t understand or even have a mind that could really fathom what they did, the place in the universe, it’s place in the universe. I would ask my mom on a cloudy night, or sometimes the lights from the city making any of them seemingly impossible to see, where they went. I can look at them once again and see the large burning balls of fire as if I were little. See them perfectly clear, and those pure moments of curiosity come rushing back. To be a child again, so mesmerized by something of the sort is a little insane to me. Stars stay the same, for the most part. In yet we all look to them for guidance. Hoping these balls of beauty will tell us something. Anything. I cannot stop looking, they’re a constant wonder that remains the same, my faith in them won’t falter. Cause they won’t either.

Passion: tell me what this word means to you. What do you think of when you hear of this word, and the feeling it gives you?

By Emily Dickinson