sometimes i am doing something and ill see myself in the window. and just know everything in the world for a second and realize i am me no matter what and nothing i do will change the life i have to live. and i better make this life good cause im gonna die one day? idk its hard to explain but its just this sudden realization of life, everyday we walk around just because its what we do we follow a normal path and think nothing of it. but sometimes it hits me in the face and i realize everything in the world. idk maybe im wierd but this does happen to me every so often
Me too. We only have this short bit of time to do whatever we want, and we hardly ever do exactly what we want. And if you do start doing what you want, people and the law will get you back in line quick! Or, maybe I'm just an asshole criminal and everything I want is bad...maybe there are good people out there who really do everything they want all the time and everyone loves them for it. For me, I spend most of my life doing stuff I don't really want to do so that I can enable myself to do what I want to do sometime later in life. They say this is called being wise, or being grown-up. I think it's being a slave. It's my (possibly only) shot at being alive, and I'm throwing it away being a slave. Good going, me. But I don't know what else I could do.
im glad someone has this same realization as me. yet i do not do many criminalistic things. i think it is almost opposite for me. i spend my life going through the motions never doing anything out of the ordinary, then i realize im just another drone and need to make this life as fun and best as it can be. if anyone else has or had these realizations please share them
Yeah, that's what I meant. It's not that I go around doing a bunch of criminal stuff. It's that if I thought I could do it without getting killed or sent to prison, I'd do everything I could to turn the whole structure upside-down and shake it until it fell into tiny little pieces. It's galling. We're slaves and we know it and there's nothing we can do about it. We just console ourselves with whatever distractions and small pleasures we can find, or with religion, or with altruistic service. We sell out and start making other people fall in line, too...But we're still stuck. And then we die, and then we probably come right back and do it all again.
