| It's Alive
Let fools be fools, and those with their hearts somewhere be. Atleast they have their heart somewhere, no?
You can reach for the stars all you want, set the most unrealistic goals- try as hard as you can. Dreams can be whatever you make of them. Think of them as the future, as insignificant fragments, as what you truly desire. There's a rare occasion when I either: a) flash back to something in a dream, or b) the dream is a flashback.
I find myself putting myself in the same situations in the day, unless of course I was on some major pain medications, in which case I shoot arrows at people I don't like.
I don't interpret my dreams, I don't change my life because of them, I rarely even describe them to anyone. As a matter of fact I rarely have dreams, but when I do it's usually been something that has been important, even if I don't know it yet. There's a constant replay of scenarios, actions, even simple conversations in my mind. Sometimes to the point where I think I'm crazy- I'm carrying a conversation out with myself in my head. It seems trivial when I look back at it, but during those flashbacks, for lack of better words, they are the world.
So from there, I can link the past. How?
Well, everyone is defined by their past. Past attitudes. Past friends. Past relationships. Past conversations.
The past haunts you. Hell, not you, it haunts me.
Haunts is a relative term; I say it not in demeaning, but as a definition. It's always there, you can't run from your past. But what about it's really relative?
What really matter? Does what matters really matter?
Damn everything intangible. You can place that idea in whatever realm you want. Believe in God. Believe in yourself as a God. Believe in whatever you want to. You think logic is the way out, then so be it. Any of that weird other shit, you know, the stuff I like to make fun of- whatever works, works.
The only stipulation is to not be hypocritical. Don't be a bitch about it. You see too many people judging and forcing own values, and no one's perfect, I do it too, but theres a limit. And once you surpass that limit I think everyone else would agree- a swift kick to the jewels is a great solution.
So I hit a little bit of everything on here. The purpose... Hell I don't know. Call it a train of thought, maybe I derailed along the lines. You're allowed to question sanity, right? Can you honestly call yourself sane? |
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