Years Ago

Mind's Cursed Enemy

That is it, I've come to the conclusion that I'm nothing more than a fool, a close minded fool who builds themself up just to tear himself down to start all over again from the beginning. The world is an incredibly complex thing, it becomes even more difficult to comprehend once the topic is brought up during conversation. But there is one simple answer to the question, "What is the truth of this world?" The answer is just as simple as the question itself, there is no truth. Allow me to elaborate, the way I had worded that perhaps wasn't the best possible way to say it.

Many people question their existence on Earth or just the universe in general but that way of thinking is entirely pointless. There is no answer to any of your questions about the topic of existence or the meaning of life because there are plenty of variations of possible answers. Now for those who believe that the universe is pointless means that you are also saying that what you had just said or thought is also pointless. When people speak about the universe they don't take into consideration that they're also a part of the universe. I do apologize for the way I explain things, it's rather difficult for me to explain my thoughts in a deeper depth of detail.

One thing about the human species is that it's practically impossible to read something while thinking just like how you cannot feel happy when speaking about the fact that you're happy. When you're focused on one thing you cannot do another at the same time. Such as when you're at the waterpark or wherever you wish to be, you feel joy perhaps or overwhelmed by the crowds of people. But when you think about your emotions you aren't feeling those things anymore because you have labeled it. When you label something the value is gone immediately, simply because now it isn't at its purest form which was before it was given a name. It was merely tainted by the filthy and horrendous words of others who believe that they're at the top of the food chain. Don't get me wrong, it's okay to understand what you're feeling but you aren't actually understanding how your emotions are withstanding. You cannot just feel sadness and immediately know you're sad mainly because of the fact that you're just defacing it.

As much as I cannot stand the topic of god or any
religious figure I shall drag it into this blindly due to the fact that I feel it is a key piece of the topic at hand. I personally believe that god does not exist and it is merely a hoax.That didn't come off the way I had intended it to, pay no mind to my last statement, it was too bold for my liking. God was created to soothe our anxieties about death since it is only natural that we fear the unknown. Nobody wants to have to deal or come to peace with the fact that once they die it's merely the end of their life. It's a rather complicated thing to come to terms with but that is my truth and the way my mind comprehends it.

I speak of death quite often but one thing about it is that life cannot exist without death and vice versa. When there is a beginning there must be an end to it just like when there is an end there must be a beginning. Life and death is the perfect example of yin and yang in my opinion because one cannot exist without the other. On one hand life is on the rather boring side of the spectrum unlike death, who is the living epitome of creativity. Creativity is made from the unknown to which death is basically the definition of the unknown meaning that death equals creativity. Perhaps this is a bit too morbid for you dear reader to actually enjoy reading this piece of literature if it can even be considered that. Though I will not apologize again for this part of my writing mainly because I actually think in such a way and this is the way my brain functions.

There are only two outcomes that I can think of when you read this: either you become enamored with this line of topic or you feel absolutely revolted about the mere thought of someone so young writing about such things. I can already imagine somewhere in the future when I think back on this moment and reminisce back on this moment that I will become immediately nauseated with displeasure about my writing and all of its errors that it contains. Perhaps this may be my downfall and cause me to drop writing for the rest of my short lived life but I don't think I'll mind if that happens. But whatever the case may be I really don't care how you may possibly feel when reading this. Even though many authors say that it's important to think about the reader's thoughts and feelings, the truth is that none of them truly actually care.