16 years young. Believer of the universe and it's destiny. Faithful to Mary Jane and nature. Aspiring writer, amateur philosopher. I worship music.
This is my head unraveled in a blog. Enjoy.
How does one simply not care
How do you simply not care
Or did you care
And then you stopped caring
For the hope of not being hurt
But there is always hurt
We were put on this earth to survive
Just like the rest of the world
We grow up
And that’s why we are here
But somehow humans have made themselves out to be special
Singled out from everything else
Our needs far more important
typically, so is our suffer
we’re the only ones on earth that believe we’re here for any other purpose than why every living thing is,
to make the world go round
we’ve done the opposite instead
Built machines that bleed poison into the atmosphere
We call that making the world turn
And we wonder why the kids aren’t okay
They’ve lost their touch with nature
The beauty that was made to keep us sane is blocked out by walls of cement and electronics around every corner
But to get back to the point
Everything and everyone endures pain and suffering
You can’t escape pain because it’s here
It’s always here and it’s silly to give yourself hope just to be disappointed
But it’s also just as naive to let what you can’t change
A friend once said; when a lion is chasing a gazelle does the gazelle lay down and say “well I’m gonna die anyways” ?
even though it probably will,
no, it still runs because that’s what we do.
We run when harm is near, that is our nature,
You may break my heart, in hope to save your own
I will not say a word, I will not be afraid
Because what can I do, it had to happen
Eventually I will be okay
And life goes on either way
What frightens me
Is the notion that one day I’ll look back on what I’ve written; and hate it all the ways that I hate you because at this moment
that I write
you are what flows through my veins
No matter how hard I try the minute my pencil hits paper
Your name sneaks around the tips of my fingers and pours into a blank white lined sheet of paper
The one place where I feel safe
Lost inside pages, of books
My countless journals
You’ve invaded them ever so slightly
And so I’ve got problems too
You’ve saved yourself from pain and I
Once again, will carry on because that’s all I really know how to do
Although my experiences with pain will not make me bitter
As it has made you
No instead I will grow
As I was intended to do
And I will be stronger
For the next time I love
So, how DOES one simply not care?
The answer is you simply do care
Everyone cares and everyone gets hurt because that is what happens and there is no way to avoid it.
You just choose whether or not to make good with what’s in between
For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
Isnt it amazing how beautiful people are. Like just look at anyone and study them and their features and how their lips tort and eyes glisten and how their hair falls or sticks or lays. How their eyebrows flex and the way their arms fold, how expressive their hands are. The way their body moves and how their chest rises and falls so subtley with their pulse. People are beautiful even if we dont find them attractive. The fact that they’re a living being is unbelievably magnificent.