"No need for a Title..."
05 / 02 / 03
thoughtful
Life is strange.
That should be the disclaimer they give you when you're born. Neither good nor bad, high or low, happy or sad, just strange. It peaks and dips both within and without, with only our strength of character to decide if we get through it or not.
I find that the poorer but smarter you are, the better chance for your strength of character. If you begin rich and lose it all, you go to pieces. If you're already on the bottom rung, then there's not too much that can be done to you anyway.
Does this make life any less strange? Hardly. Just a side thought, nothing more.
The truth is, there is no truth when it comes to this existance. It's all about shared perceptions. Strange turns negative when people begin to believe their individual perception is in fact truth. It isn't, nor does it invalidate another perception.
At this time I'd like to say that I think Decarte's theory/philosphy has been disproven by today's masses. There's simply too many people who don't think, yet they still are. More likely than not, they also strive to make life that much more difficult for others, thinker and non-thinker alike.
I should have figured out the extent of the bizarre nature of Life when I was first introduced to the concept/theory/doctrine of "love." As you can see, anything that hard to pin down must indeed be abstract. It is an emotion, an ideal. It is a thought and a whim. It is a belief and a flight of fancy, or a curmudgeon's scorn. It is the heartline of the universe, no more important than a speck of sand on the beach. All and none. With such an intangible variable playing such a key role in the workings of this small planet, is it little wonder life itself can only be called strange at best?
But that's to be expected, when things are born of sparks and chance.
Sorry, spammers forced my hand. Comments reviewed before being published.
still winds
