Life is hard.
From the moment we leave the womb we are forced to breath. Each breath allowing us to continue our concious existence.
Allowing us to feel.
What is painful to some is pleasurable to others.
But isn't it about the feeling?
Isn't it all about the sensation?
I told my mother when I was seven I did not know I was alive until I bumped my head.
I just ate, played, cried, slept , shit, and then ate again.
My first sensation of pain made me value feeling nothing. It made me value eating, playing, sleeping and shitting without slipping and busting my head.
Pain was a warning.
There is no warning for pleasure.
There should be.
Do we know anything else?
Outside of my singular existence there are billions of other singular lives. We all share what we know in every way we can but we can never ever really share ourselves...only stories.
We live in a made up world. Some of us picked our own part in the story(life) others are bit players in someone elses. Some of us refuse to act and are kicked out of the play.
All of us are limited by our singularity. We are limited by our vessel, unable to really walk in anyone elses shoes, yet, we are all connected.
Connected by the physical rules we agreed to when we took breath.
Connected by our gut instincts.
If we get on a quantum level there is no seperation.
DNA and stories.
Stories of love, war, hate and growth.
Ending is beginning.
Winning is losing.
The point is there is no point.
If you understand you shouldn't beause I know I don't
I love it.
I cannot think of a better way to exist in this life.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Life is hard.