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What's the use of seeing without interpreting? What's the use of stimulus if no sensation comes from it?
I can't even think. I don't even know what to say. It is emptiness all around. Empty mind. Emptied of creativity. Empty sources where motivation used to be. Empty drawers full of stuff. Emptiness in abundance.
But what am I suppose to do or say or be if I can't put it all together. If I can't make pieces fit. If I can't find answers from curiousness. What is the point of interest if it can't be explained. I don't understand concepts. They are not entering and staying. They are just passing by uninterpreted. Everything is arriving and leaving in wonder and bewilderedness.
What a useless fate to be and to not understand why. To be and to not understand how. To be and to not have the capacity to question it. To accept society's expectations as one's own and to go about blindly fulfilling them, without a "because".
It doesn't fit in my head. It doesn't want to stay. It's slipping it's leaving me before it arrives. All this information. On topics I hate. On subjects I don't want to learn about. What a useless way to live.
I can't even think. I don't even know what to say. It is emptiness all around. Empty mind. Emptied of creativity. Empty sources where motivation used to be. Empty drawers full of stuff. Emptiness in abundance.
But what am I suppose to do or say or be if I can't put it all together. If I can't make pieces fit. If I can't find answers from curiousness. What is the point of interest if it can't be explained. I don't understand concepts. They are not entering and staying. They are just passing by uninterpreted. Everything is arriving and leaving in wonder and bewilderedness.
What a useless fate to be and to not understand why. To be and to not understand how. To be and to not have the capacity to question it. To accept society's expectations as one's own and to go about blindly fulfilling them, without a "because".
It doesn't fit in my head. It doesn't want to stay. It's slipping it's leaving me before it arrives. All this information. On topics I hate. On subjects I don't want to learn about. What a useless way to live.
Time
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| Still, something is slipping away and I can't hold it back. Things are changing, relationships are evolving and I can't stop anything. What society has conceived to measure the duration of each breath, each lifespan, each human construction through the ages, it is a constant unstoppable force. An evolution in which we are but a moment in a finite cycle that is so long, no human mind can even begin to contemplate it. And meanwhile here we are, putting labels on the hours of our day. Getting bored, suggesting that an event was "wasted time" or that an evening "flew by". We imagine a relative passage of time, assigning a speed to our own construct, assigning emotions to the moments dear to us. Imagining the important ones are "slipping away". But everything has it's course. The seasons come and go, and so shall we. And so I don't know what to look forward to anymore. I can't say if I'm late or I'm early. I don't know how to decide what matters and what doesn't. And I don't think time will tell. |
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