Well, I am blogging on here because well, it's a blog, and facebook isn't appreciated enough. Anyway, life, or whatever. I am a perfectionist, and a pessimist. We try as humans to make life perfect, to derive some meaning from the nonsense equation by which we live our lives. That perfectionistic attitude, coupled with the inevitable let down of life's imperfections leads me at least to see that life is not perfect, can't ever be, Soul mates are in our heads, the perfect kiss the perfect date, the perfect situation, the perfect job... DONT EXIST, and to be completely honest, I think it's foolish to think that they do, now, you can be naive all you want, but one day you have to actually look at life and say, "well damn, what have I been doing?" And I hope you get to that day soon, or your existance will be a meaningless one. But then again, what is meaning? Who determines life's meaning, who can tell us what meaning actually is but ourselves, but can we even tell ourselves that?
We can but are we ever truely sure of our answer? Are we ever sure of any of our choices? We can't go back and "Do Over" so, do you think you have made the right choices? Do you ask "what if" at every turn? Can you predict the future? Can you figure out the best course of action? Is what you are doing right now the best thing for you? How can you be so sure?
I leave you with this, "How many roads must a man walk down, before coming to the conclusion he has been walking in circles?"
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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