then we got this. (again?!)
7/09/2010 12:14:00 AM
people are being such a cliché.
you are a cliché.
i am a cliché.
we are all cliché.
THIS WORLD TERRIBLY IS.
i'm getting bored with people these days. they are all just.. same:
putting those ridiculous things as the goals, pretending the urgency of piety is such a problematic dilemma that should just be forgotten.
being so reckless in defining words in purpose of fulfilling human's greed towards every-single-thing that seems possible (or even impossible) to be owned.
putting themselves in risks unreasonably.
twisting the essence of virtues, making excuses of vices.
standing by their own truths without trying to compare the subjectivity's proportion with the objectivity's.
aiming the certainty without trying to make distinction between universal desire and personal -human- devilish intuition.
i feel like have just been awaken in the "wrong" world, you know. or.. i don't know how to describe this.
i've been living this life for... almost 19 years with things i've been knowing, then suddenly things are no longer just like i knew, or like what i once ever dreamed about.
it may sound possible that i'm too much having a mind set of a skeptic or cynic upon myself atm, but i just can't get myself be tricked enough with facts.
okay. what facts?
this mind is fvking annoying by arguing itself.
facts of knowing this world is working in a boring pattern?
facts of seeing no perfection in that stupid repetition?
facts of being treated unlike 'the other' ?
i just can't get it right at this very moment.
perhaps this is what they call as figuring out the absurdity.
am i panic?
i remember a post on my Tumblr dashboard, words from Bill Hicks, posted by fuckyeahexistentialism :
perhaps it is just "a ride". just. a ride. and i've been awaken from my long sleep.
what parallel universe are you trying to reach by now?
do these people around even think it matters?
i worry i'm now in the moment of wanting no more ride,
seeking for any other circumstance that can bring enough variety.
do you get it? the reasons of this disturbing undefined desire?
i don't. yet. uncertainly.
well. we are all just a cliché with this thirst.
and these questions.. could they even matter, huh?
i have no idea.
perhaps what they included on the post can be pretty encouraging:
a friend asked if there could be any "reject" option.
i suspect there isn't once you've believed absurdity is such a certainty (when i also believe certainty is an absurdity within).
wtf am i talking about here?
ps: me wanting my solitary time in sudden. considering to be a self-centered one for a little while.
you are a cliché.
i am a cliché.
we are all cliché.
THIS WORLD TERRIBLY IS.
i'm getting bored with people these days. they are all just.. same:
putting those ridiculous things as the goals, pretending the urgency of piety is such a problematic dilemma that should just be forgotten.
being so reckless in defining words in purpose of fulfilling human's greed towards every-single-thing that seems possible (or even impossible) to be owned.
putting themselves in risks unreasonably.
twisting the essence of virtues, making excuses of vices.
standing by their own truths without trying to compare the subjectivity's proportion with the objectivity's.
aiming the certainty without trying to make distinction between universal desire and personal -human- devilish intuition.
i feel like have just been awaken in the "wrong" world, you know. or.. i don't know how to describe this.
i've been living this life for... almost 19 years with things i've been knowing, then suddenly things are no longer just like i knew, or like what i once ever dreamed about.
it may sound possible that i'm too much having a mind set of a skeptic or cynic upon myself atm, but i just can't get myself be tricked enough with facts.
okay. what facts?
this mind is fvking annoying by arguing itself.
facts of knowing this world is working in a boring pattern?
facts of seeing no perfection in that stupid repetition?
facts of being treated unlike 'the other' ?
i just can't get it right at this very moment.
perhaps this is what they call as figuring out the absurdity.
am i panic?
i remember a post on my Tumblr dashboard, words from Bill Hicks, posted by fuckyeahexistentialism :
The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they’ve begun to question, “Is this real, or is this just a ride?”, and other people have remembered, and they’ve come back to us and they say “Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” and we kill those people.
“Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real.”
It’s just a ride.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because, it’s just a ride.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they’ve begun to question, “Is this real, or is this just a ride?”, and other people have remembered, and they’ve come back to us and they say “Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” and we kill those people.
“Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real.”
It’s just a ride.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because, it’s just a ride.
perhaps it is just "a ride". just. a ride. and i've been awaken from my long sleep.
what parallel universe are you trying to reach by now?
do these people around even think it matters?
i worry i'm now in the moment of wanting no more ride,
seeking for any other circumstance that can bring enough variety.
do you get it? the reasons of this disturbing undefined desire?
i don't. yet. uncertainly.
well. we are all just a cliché with this thirst.
and these questions.. could they even matter, huh?
i have no idea.
perhaps what they included on the post can be pretty encouraging:
once you realize the absurdity, you’ll panic for a while, it’s normal. However, you have to make a choice; accept it, or be part of it.or not.
a friend asked if there could be any "reject" option.
i suspect there isn't once you've believed absurdity is such a certainty (when i also believe certainty is an absurdity within).
wtf am i talking about here?
ps: me wanting my solitary time in sudden. considering to be a self-centered one for a little while.
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