Things have been all right lately. This high school novella that I’ve been written into is still pretty lame, but what can you do. College is coming and I’m going to welcome it with open arms.
I’m ready for a change, something new.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the only conclusion I ever come upon is that life is pretty fucked up. I don’t know if it’s positive that I devote time to contemplating the existence of anything. Actually, I’m pretty sure its just messing with my mind. Whatever it’s doing, I do know that it’s good to question everything, and that’s pretty much what I’m doing.
I often ask the meaning of anything. If anything can be something, and something can be nothing, than everything can be nothing; it’s sort of life the transitive property of equality (if a=b and b=c than a=c). But if that property was true than a would of course also equal a, so maybe its not that everything is nothing, but that everything and nothing are equal. Maybe this property doesn’t apply here, even though, sometimes, life seems like nothing more than a series of story problems and equations.
We just use words, which are really just sounds, to give things meaning and importance. If the ability to speak was taken from everyone, the only thing we would be able to relate to each other would different forms of joy, sorrow, love, and distain. You can’t lie with your eyes, and eyes can talk much louder than the mouth can.
When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold, you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold. You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin, now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him.
I’m ready for a change, something new.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the only conclusion I ever come upon is that life is pretty fucked up. I don’t know if it’s positive that I devote time to contemplating the existence of anything. Actually, I’m pretty sure its just messing with my mind. Whatever it’s doing, I do know that it’s good to question everything, and that’s pretty much what I’m doing.
I often ask the meaning of anything. If anything can be something, and something can be nothing, than everything can be nothing; it’s sort of life the transitive property of equality (if a=b and b=c than a=c). But if that property was true than a would of course also equal a, so maybe its not that everything is nothing, but that everything and nothing are equal. Maybe this property doesn’t apply here, even though, sometimes, life seems like nothing more than a series of story problems and equations.
We just use words, which are really just sounds, to give things meaning and importance. If the ability to speak was taken from everyone, the only thing we would be able to relate to each other would different forms of joy, sorrow, love, and distain. You can’t lie with your eyes, and eyes can talk much louder than the mouth can.
When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold, you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold. You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin, now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him.
-Dire Straits
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