Why is Life like this?
8:16 p.m. & 2005-09-24
So...is this...IT?
Is this all there is to the world?
To LIFE?
The same mundane routine over and over again, the same pictures, the same clothes, the same body, the same mind, the same goals, the same circle that refuses to break?
Maybe that's why I'm fascinated with the unknown so much. For a while Wicca was my thing, until my parents convinced me otherwise. But I haven't given up on books, on art, on my own ecclectic imagination that refuses to quiet so that I may express it correctly.
It's to get away. To escape boring little real life for awhile. Maybe I'm being difficult or stupid, maybe I'm just so fucking spoiled that I try to ruin it for myself to make it more exciting...but I'm not sure.
What kind of person would I be if I weren't living this kind of life right now? Would I be saying these things? Would I be bored with life?
It's not just the small things that count, like the way all the tv shows suck and the way the rice is always white, or the way your history homework never fails to piss you off..it's the world too. Why can't we all just life peacefully?
Why can't we find a way to coexist? Why do we manipulate nature, a gift and something to be revered and loved, into a killing machine? How come women refuse to take advantage of their rights when it took years to create them and when it took countless fights to achieve?
Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?
There must be more to this life.