Just have enough time to put down some thoughts. Life is BUSY. i am going bonkers trying to cope with the demands life is making on me. And work – oh hell, i have not even started coding and the deadline is licking at my toes. Right now, i feel like chucking up everything, shaving my head and rushing off to the foothills of the Himalayas with a sack of ganja and books. i want to renounce all worldly pleasures and sorrows and just be by myself, lost in books and high on grass. Life is a joke. We just don’t get it till the last breath.
If i am alive,
i don’t feel it.
If i am dead,
This must be hell.
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read Albert Camus' "The fall" / "the stranger".. that is, if you haven't yet! :)
P.S. This post sounds like an absolute truth :)
red soul: Ashamed to admit this but i have not read any of his books - but will surely try to sample them the first chance i get. Thanks.
This post, like all my posts, is the absolute ugly truth as i see it!
true.we don't get life till the last breath. it must be a universal feeling/thinking/thought or whatever it is called among us "lonely souls". it sounds rather awkward to be labeled a lonely soul.let me say, we are just seekers in tune with what life exactly is.
a unorthodox priest once told me, this is hell -- the mortal life and living. sounds fairly true to me because I say,death is another beginning, where everything is scraped from our soul to be with the divine. as long as we are alive we are given the previledge to "enjoy" "hell". for they say it is only with the divine do we only be with ultimate joy. it sounds a little of a defense mechanism -- but who the hell knows? life is web-like
delicately invented by whoever made it that no one will understand how to un-web them. smashing pumpkins, i think, has it: the end is the beginning is the end.
indeed, life is a joke. the same thing as if we're given lemons, make lemonades instead.
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