Colors.
Stills.
The Lost Ones.
Bill Murray
This is a strange life that I lead. Why is it strange? Well, all the turbulence that I’ve endured for one. Stop being a baby, everybody goes through it in one way or another. So is this what life is all about? Juxtaposed inconsistent emotions? Euphoric highs and brain numbing lows, in no particular order whatsoever? Excepting each emotion as it passes by? Hot cold hot cold.
Isn’t this weighing a toll on our bodies? Our minds no longer know peace. Even when we stand still our minds are inflated with thoughts of other dilemmas, past experiences, flash moments, and future scenarios. Peace was a good thing wasn’t it? We found happiness in it right? Or has happiness taken on a new form? Does happiness lay in the grind? Always moving to find the next high (I’m starting to sound like a crack fiend). Because ultimately that’s what it all comes down to, I’m chasing that euphoric high feeling we call happiness. Posting this on some blog or writing it to someone might give me momentary happiness (I like sharing my thoughts). You know why? Because for that fraction of a second, I feel important and feeling important brings me happiness.
Damn, I’m caught the fuck up. This is my struggle to feel important.
