Sunday, September 21, 2008
remembering you helps me
I look up to the ceiling and its blank. One single light bulb shining down to me. A bug (probably a mosquito) flies around it, almost as if it was dancing to the techno that's blasting into my ear from my headphones. I sit and wonder, is there anything more to life?
Time passes and I'm still sitting around contemplate what I am to make of myself. Should I choose the direction of being strictly business minded and become successful enough to have anything that I have ever wanted? Or should i choose pure romance and have no care to where i end up as long as its with that one person?
It seems very hard to have a balance of both, and to make a decision at such a young age. Why do i even have to decide if all its going to bring me is a dead end?
There's no point to life except to simply exist and serve. We are only living to create more to live. Whats the fucking point? The more intelligent we become the more likely we are to destroy ourselves. With each new generation is one gone. And all the lost generation will be is just a memory. I don't care if I'm not to be remembered for all ages. I just hope something better will come of this life, maybe a better understanding of life itself, before I'm forgotten.
Some seek fame, I guess I seek love. Love may seem pointless to the famous, but then again being famous could be pointless for those who are in love. To each their own it seems.
Someone will remember you, until they're dead and then you could be completely forgotten. Maybe it would be better that way: no fame, no money, no society...life would be truly simple and pure.
It would be nice to forget.
I tune out the techno and try to remember to forget. I failed.
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