Argh, the sounds of life, stress tries to hard, to touch a man who does not care. Label it as apathy, yet it is simply, passing though.
"Once, a young woman in need of council sought a certain priest. Getting directions from locals she went to his hut on the edge of town. When she stepped in, her eyes only laid upon shelves full of books, which were the wallpaper for this particular hut. A small desk, and the priest, sitting behind it. She wondered where he slept, where he ate, where he sat. She asked him, "Where is your furniture?" He smirked and asked, "Where is yours?" "But I am just passing through" He response was "So am I, So am I."
It has become appallingly clear that, there is no hope for this humanity, No hope for you, No hope for me.
I could almost be sad if I Didn't understand this to be the harsh truth of things, the way they are, and simply accept them. I guess my biggest distress is learning that, I do not fit in. Anywhere. I am told many people feel this way. People remind me day to day that I am not alone, but this compelling urge to make a change, sits on a shelf in the back of my mind, staring at me. I can struggle between lower ego and Supreme Ego, within the confines of a desolate society daily. Neither side wins, Neither side loses, tangled in a web of humanity. I could almost be angry, but its not worth the trouble. So if the pieces of me do not fit here, What is the reason for me? Is it that eternal hope that keeps me alive? If i let it die, that hope, Who else would keep it? Oh woe is me, stripped of pride and buried within the sands of time, I push towards the surface, broken glass, Ripples in the water. I seek emptiness.