EternalHunger44

Dear You, Hey, how's it going? Keeping up with the news lately? Crazy world we live in, not too many people living. It never made sense to me, I know it confuses you too. The things that people are willing to do, destroying themselves for pleasure, ambition, material possession, is sickening, and maddening even. The general population is looking for something or someone to blame, while they themselves are the cause of this social entropy. There are plenty of reasons to hate people, I know your thoughts. You're like a child that still believes in the good fight, heroes and virtue, and look where you're at now. How many wonderlands have we d

Dear Self, Alright, what's the deal? Just because schools over doesn't mean that things is going to be easy. The IRS is going to be knocking while you're hoping and waiting for a miracle. That feeling in your chest, that sensation is the closest thing to dread that you'll ever feel. I'm not trying to worry or discourage you, because when you win, we all win. It's alright to have dreams and aspirations, but they don't pay the bills, they are only possibilities to burden on chance. Sincerely, your only best friend.  

If there is one thing that's motivating for be to even type at this very moment, it's the need to whine, moan and complain about all of the injustices that life seems to unmercifully bring down on my or our heads. However, without these set backs, how will we grow? A good poet can make anything sound sweet, politicians too. An investor or a salesperson can make life seem worth the investment, and in most cases they are right. A motivational speaker can an over-inflate perspective or give the honest truth about what life is and and still be wrong. An athlete can show the results of their resolve will still be clueless about the principle of po

What could I possibly want? Out of all the things that society and "mentors" believe that I should want, I could leave it all behind honestly. Money and shinny metals have limited values, but an experience, a memory, those are eternal. Want I want, is to walk across a field of green pastures. An endless field of lush green grass, a partially cloudy day where you can smell the hint of forthcoming rain, and birds singing their songs about nothing from tree to tree. It doesn't matter where I go in this vast field, with the warm winds at my back, it could take me anywhere. I wonder how long the world will stay green?  

How fast time can tick by from just laying in the dark of my bed? I use to aspire to do nothing more or less than to wake up early in the morning, play video games until two in the morning, and then sleep the rest of the morning away to repeat this cycle all over again. Now, I just lay there, on my back stating at the ceiling and checking the time periodically. On my good days, I would run for an hour or two then retire back to my bed to daydream, since I hardly dream naturally. I don't know what it is, apathy? Depression? Existential exhaustion? I've been on the journey of questioning everything that life claims to be and what people aspire

What woes could we have to mourn? Our own mortality could be the best reason to mourn. Without the understanding our genesis and revelation, there is nothing but the norm to mourn. Birth brings promise of renewal and progression. Youth is envied and celebrated. Death bring fear and mourning. The old are forgotten, shunned, neglected, and hated. What is natural in this cycle is perverted and twisted into serving our selfish desires. We see that our eyes want and we find the means to take it, by any means necessary. When we see something precious, something that adds to the beauty of your soul, one would want to capture it. But to uproot what i

"When did the world get so dark?" Probably when the sun checked out for the day. "When did the world get so dark?" Probably when you decided to be an adult at such a young age. "When did the world get so loud?" Probably when you tried to fit in with the crowd. "When did the world get so loud?" Probably when you decided to suffocate yourself in questions you have no answers for. "When did the world get so foul?" Probably when you decided to be adventurous and try new things. "When did the world get so foul?" Probably when you stopped trying to save the world and began trying to save humanity. "When did the world get so quite?" Probably