I will not spend my life bringing up another kid like me, another meaningless existence in history. I could not let my kid actually think they were going to be someone then just watch uselessly as it slowly dawned on them that they were not special to anyone. They may become a part of someone’s life for maybe months or even years. But not special, and never ever unique. They would not change the world how they had always dreamed they had. They would not fall in love forever. They would one day die and people would forget them.
Why would anyone inflict that on another?
" The very best thing is utterly beyond your reach: not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. However, the second best thing for you to do is: to die soon." Aristotle.
What did I think I would be? I never really wanted to be anything... not really. Not a lawyer or a doctor or even a princess. I don’t want to save lives or take them. I have interests but nothing realistic. I hate that word “realistic”. Realism is the destroyer of hopes, dreams and aspirations. Realism was made by man. I want to live in fiction.
what defines real? at what point does a thought cease to be real? are thoughts real? do they exist? and if they do, what doesn't? muahahahahahahaahah headexplode
ReplyDeleteReal? You can touch it, it is actually there, in a physic-ie sense of real. A thought is never real it's intangible, meaningless. I think thoughts don't ever exist they aren't even words they're messages in your brain.
ReplyDeleteThoughts aren't real even feelings aren't real, neither is pain. These are all imaginations of your mind.