To me, life seems like a meaningless empty void, a void that you must fill. As humans, are most of us even capable of even getting up in the morning? We strive to find a sense of humanity and morality to figure out this simple question everyone asks, "who are you?" Who am I? Who. Am. I? In my dull and blank eyes, I see that I am but a mere human here to do what every human does: live, preform, die. Preform could go into different categories, I only say preform because of Shakespeare's quote, "act like the world is your stage." Something like that, yes. As I preform I start wondering who I am in each persons play, but I know my character shouldn't do that. My character should play the part they were assigned, no questioning, no complaining, just playing. But, without a doubt, I don't even know who I play in my performance. I know I shouldn't contemplate life as if it's a mere difficult question to a 5 year old like, "what's 2x4." Eventually they'll figure it out, but I know I probably won't. I know I shouldn't have my brain drowned in worried thoughts, because somehow people like to quit in my play due to the inconvenience of my worrying. But worrying is just a simple equation that's so easy to explain the question "why" but doesn't explain the question "how do you stop it". Worrying = caring, does it not? Yet, it is so difficult to not worry, although worrying will accomplish nothing. Accomplishment...is that even something people brag about, because at this point it's just what they've been through and overall what they didn't accomplish. I'm tired of hearing people give up so easily, how people tell me how much they try to just grasp onto this life, but when I hear the word try, I know you're not doing anything at all. Trying, something we all do but we always procrastinate with that saying. People make my eyes heavy, very heavy. It sucks because at times I see blackness when I should be hanging with important people, if you couldn't decode that, than you clearly won't understand. I don't even think I could understand...Maybe..maybe I never will.
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Non-FictionOi, it's Raven! I'm just writing this book if I ever get tagged, it's someone's special day, or if I just need to write something of what mental state I'm in. Enjoy I guess, and warning to people who cry easily or try hiding it. ^-^ thank you!
