Weeeeeee... or not? This thing we call life. Everybody questions it, everybody dares it. A ride that we all got on and can never jump off. Chaos and order. Is there really an answer constructed to make sense of all of everything besides the number 42?! The mere exhaustion we put out to make oppositions. To disagree over, let's just agree to disagree. Living the life has many meanings! It could describe so much, but most apply it to the fun or pleasure we get from it. Not the tough times, or crying times. No. It just makes it a dream. Life is much more. It is everything. Everything is bold and desirable, and yet cold and indistinguishable. Some laugh, some smirk, but of all else it's there. The deepness we seem to want about it is there, we just don't see it. The great meaning of it all, is pointless. We keep looking and looking, what for? Just live it, no need to explain it. No one's asking except the pesky scientists and philosophers. No matter what though, everyone is looking, finding, discarding, connecting, and on and on of ridiculous actions that make sense without making sense. You want a meaning, look in a dictionary. You want a description, write in a journal. Life keeps going, keeps moving. It must. Or else, all would cease to exist. It's common sense. The chaos that seems to set order. The order that seems to make chaos. The chaos that tries to avoid order, but dies in shreads. The order that dies to the chaos. The repititon we cannot break. Creating and inventing, the so-called progress, slowly coming to a fall, with all under it's wing. Like a bird that's flying, getting shot by a hunter, and then falling to the ground gaining speed the farther it goes. And finally, where does it go, where does it end? Where ever you want, just remember, there's no getting off. It's truth. Life is here, life is there...
When I get thinking, I must write. So why waste it by crumpling a paper up in a drawer somewhere? I'd rather have someone read it and enjoy it for once. So here you go. Thank you.
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