The Virtue?
I sometimes really wonder at the outcome of nothingness. I am more so stunned by the fact that nothing is really anything but something. I am never no one and never really somebody. You can say that i am taking the stand of anonymous but being anonymous itself states a figure and a name just that it is unknown or is it known?. It is a fact that exist and doesn’t at the same time.
We all want a life and because of this we dream of endless opportunities and we mirror our dreams to our lives. We now live in a world created from our own imagination and our dreams. We can well be sleeping while we are awake as this is something entirely man-made and more still fascinating as it can get: we contradict ourselves on the reality of this nature by it being naturally occurring?
How many out there had stood still to think for a while that the inspiration that we have is the next fantasy that will come by. This endless cycle will continue to be part of our lives because we are modern humans and what we do best is think. Or is it?
Unlike our past- we simply do as we can . . . but have anyone ever stopped to really think and realize that though we create the world that is today, we are all not that far from yesterday even though there are so many improvements and changes that had come by.
We live in a bubble and its one bubble that people go about like how plants go about and animals go about- which is to live. Our notion and creation of time itself to me had made it worst. More so that the anticipation of the next minute and the next hour proves the eagerness to get over the day; thus making the day itself worthless- what more time. With or without any form of productivity whatsoever over this course of motion is what we have become? The same?
It’s something that we can watch on national geographic or animal planet- how animals go about the day like how the sun go by the sky. What have we achieve? other than the movement that is filled with tech and the many works that are stress ailing and other clauses that are simple body degrading. I believe this is a primeval form- we do not know what is next outside this bubble- unknowingly ignorant
Some form of obliviousness.
I myself do not think out . . . and would rather sit and have a simple living. But why am i like this? Why must i decide on something that is simple? Or am i simply doing so because i know my life is a waste and would rather let it just wither away?
Would i risk it all for a chance to be different? or that the change it self, i do know very well is nothing more compared to this state? I feel there is this nothingness that keeps me moving and with this i feel nothing more than the life that is in me.
I do see that the times have come and go and i do see that i am not what i am to be, yet likely would i ever understand.
Why is it that sometimes being known is unknown and when it’s unknown its known? I consider this a form of irony and therefore i chose to give in.
Sometimes i wonder why. . .
Well what can you do when time catches up?
Keep moving. . . .
