Midnight Musings
Bonjour, mon ami. How are we doing on this beautiful night? Well, I hope. See, life is only to be done well. Remember that saying our parents are always trying to drill into our heads, the one that says that a job's not worth doing if it isn't done well.
If you aren't having a good time while you're living, and well, then what is the point of having this life that God has given you. You may as well be not alive, and give this soul and this body to someone who will make better use of it than you.
Where did this all come from, you ask? Well, some of it was inspired from my brother, other parts from a friend that I was talking to today. This friend of mine has a tendency to always look towards to pessimistic side, as though all hope and joy has vanished from the world, and all that is left is this bleak, dark void, that he's afraid to step into for fear that from there, there is no return, no way back to the land of what he believes is the sane. Most of us now know that he's completely and utterly incorrect in referring to this as the land of the sane, but who am I to rectify his train of thought. As though I were intelligent enough to have feelings, beliefs of my own. As though, contrary to the beliefs of most, there WERE other thoughts floating around in my mind, besides those that dispel all evil, and allow to believe for a short while that those romantic notions that I've nurtured all these years DO have a right to be there. It amuses me, quite completely, when I see the incredulous looks on the faces of acquaintances and friends of mine alike, upon hearing some intelligent, well formed thought of consequence leaving my lips and making it's way to their hearts and minds. It seems like all I am good for is a delightful form of ornamentation, as though there are things that people conclude I will understand, and others that they decide are much to complicated for my slip of a mind to elaborate on and ponder over.
I ask you, however, is that their right? To decide what I should know and what I should not? However, at other times, I feel like I've been given the role of, how do they say it...ah, yes...."Mother Hen." Yes, yes, you heard me correctly. It's as though without my opinion on it, the matter refuses to be solved, and at instances such as those, one can only dream of the return of that uncomplicated childhood, where the only matter of consequence that one had to use their mind for, was how to get Mummy and Daddy to give you an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner without eating your vegetables. Ah, the rigors of childhood.
Yet, upon the, maturing of the mind, if I can put it in those terms, most people just drop into this never changing time continuum, where it is safe, and unchallengeable. Wake up, everyone. The world does not sleep, and it does not wait.
So, what is it that you are waiting for?
If you aren't having a good time while you're living, and well, then what is the point of having this life that God has given you. You may as well be not alive, and give this soul and this body to someone who will make better use of it than you.
Where did this all come from, you ask? Well, some of it was inspired from my brother, other parts from a friend that I was talking to today. This friend of mine has a tendency to always look towards to pessimistic side, as though all hope and joy has vanished from the world, and all that is left is this bleak, dark void, that he's afraid to step into for fear that from there, there is no return, no way back to the land of what he believes is the sane. Most of us now know that he's completely and utterly incorrect in referring to this as the land of the sane, but who am I to rectify his train of thought. As though I were intelligent enough to have feelings, beliefs of my own. As though, contrary to the beliefs of most, there WERE other thoughts floating around in my mind, besides those that dispel all evil, and allow to believe for a short while that those romantic notions that I've nurtured all these years DO have a right to be there. It amuses me, quite completely, when I see the incredulous looks on the faces of acquaintances and friends of mine alike, upon hearing some intelligent, well formed thought of consequence leaving my lips and making it's way to their hearts and minds. It seems like all I am good for is a delightful form of ornamentation, as though there are things that people conclude I will understand, and others that they decide are much to complicated for my slip of a mind to elaborate on and ponder over.
I ask you, however, is that their right? To decide what I should know and what I should not? However, at other times, I feel like I've been given the role of, how do they say it...ah, yes...."Mother Hen." Yes, yes, you heard me correctly. It's as though without my opinion on it, the matter refuses to be solved, and at instances such as those, one can only dream of the return of that uncomplicated childhood, where the only matter of consequence that one had to use their mind for, was how to get Mummy and Daddy to give you an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner without eating your vegetables. Ah, the rigors of childhood.
Yet, upon the, maturing of the mind, if I can put it in those terms, most people just drop into this never changing time continuum, where it is safe, and unchallengeable. Wake up, everyone. The world does not sleep, and it does not wait.
So, what is it that you are waiting for?
posted by Truth at 12:12 PM
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