Sometimes I feel like life
is just some sick joke on all of us.
The purpose of humanity is to do one thing right?
We’re supposed to survive.
Yet here we are…
spending our entire fucking lives trying to do everything and anything
we can to make it to another day…
still knowing that we will eventually die.
But besides just surviving for however long we have…
I feel like everyone has a desire to leave some sort of mark
on this planet.
Maybe it’s children, relationships, ideas, music, art or just something miniscule
the next generation might have a use for or remember… anything at all.
And I don’t know about you,
but I have this deep desire to leave something behind
for this world after I’m gone…
to make my own mark.
I just worry that I won’t have enough time
to figure out what that mark is before I’m gone…
Tag: life
Swept
Sometimes I feel like an undertow has swept me up. Forcibly suffocating, pulling, and dragging me so much farther out than I thought I'd ever be able to go...
Code Blue
The worst thing
about a code blue…
Is when the doctor finally
throws in the towel…
And you’re left there
looking at an empty body…
Realizing there’s nothing else
anyone can ever do.
Rekindled
Sometimes... Our own light Goes out. Embers die. Flames fade. Warmth ceases. Then... Just as fast It can be rekindled By a spark From another's. Giving us everything We had missed.
Soulmates
Are we truly born to meet one person to share our life with?
Switching it up tonight by talking about something not completely depressing and fucked up. Tonight I’m here thinking…
Maybe in this world we have more than one person we are supposed to connect deeply with. Maybe it’s a past life thing, like two people have known each other before in a previous life. Maybe this is just how the spirit works. Everyone out there has met someone, felt a deep connection, and thought, “I feel like I’ve known them for fucking forever”. Maybe in life we have many people that we are supposed to find, like magnets being drawn to each other though piles of rubble and trash. These people are our soulmates (not always romantic) that are there to help us grow and learn.
And fuck… I’m finding people to help me learn and grow.
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