gibberish

*Note* Not sure why I ended up calling this gibberish, now that I read it for the first time since writing it, it feels like the most sensible thing I have written.



we only dream so seldom. we realize it was all a joke and stop thinking about the impossibilities. The joke goes something like this


_ a man stamps his thumb into the dirt and creates little live creatures. The creatures are thankful of this tremendous gift and begins to pay respect to the man, they work hard and try to find meaning as to why this man has given them life. They all eventually die like the little creatures they are. Now they thought after they die, they would have the opportunity to meet their maker and reap the benefits of working so hard but little do they know, the man is only a man and has died himself wanting to meet his maker and so on and so forth._


The possibilities are endless yet we see the end already. So near sighted we are that we figure that nothing is able. We are a group of enablers. If the meaning of all this was given to us, in simple man's language, we still would look at that person in the eye and ask him to explain. He would say, "I've just explained it all to you, what's so hard to understand? and we would reply, huh?" because that's just what we are.


I lie away, dreaming of another day. But that day will never come. Its a mystery as to how we got this far. Its all an obstacle and the purpose doesn't come until the end like a good movie but will it be the hollywood ending or the ending in some films where its left open ended? You begin to think of ways to spice up the journey and the mysticism of it all. We look upon other people because we can't see it in ourselves. The stars and celebrity that we've created to literally "CELEBRATE" these characters in life that we have no relation with. But we look to them for comfort, the comfort of having a life that we seem to be unable to achieve. And many times, we feel as though we're glad. First we're hopeful but later we're regretful.

Time is one of these mystic reminders that we're only here temporarily. The temporary and not forever. Will you love me forever she asks and he responds oh yes, forever and eternity. But that's all a lie, we know it. Its sad to remind ourselves that after we leave this life, nothing is certain. All that we know can disappear or maybe the life that we lived will stay intact and we will see ourselves from afar or maybe we will be reincarnated in another life or maybe just nothingness. The emptiness of being nothing. Maybe there is a heaven and a hell but for some reason or another, I tend not to think that way... For all we know, our lives could be heaven, or are we in hell?