Ending
Life is…to oppose
And to look.
To peer
To flick through
Or to become engrossed in.
Depending on one’s taste.
To simply stumble through
Or to run through, with haste.
Life is to dispose
Of convention
And explore
Life is to depose
With intervention
To add oneself to the biological world
In whichever way pleased you.
Deposition of Dreams.
To make the cosmos scream.
And it would seem,
Still.
Life is this long novel
Presto or andante
It remains enchanted.
Telling my life
Through blue and white.
The pages and the lines
Of everything I strive to hide.
The workings of a fucked-up system,
Makes me into a monster
And shapes the mind.
I tell you everything.
There’s no lies.
Not living for the stereotypes that
I despise.
This culture hates our youth.
We’re not just another demographic,
We’re people who’ve had enough.
So open me up
Read my code,
The cryptic trails of
These troubled souls.
Always confusion,
Questions never answered
To make us into monsters,
You must shape the mind.
Allegiance won’t be pledged
To psychosis anymore.
My feelings are laid upon a map
But life’s directions remain obscure
We have fractured paradigms,
Of what is normal.
We stand and waste our time,
Just as messed up as before.
Paranoia becomes acceptable,
And fear becomes the truth,
It’s not the kind of world in which
I want to spend my youth.
It’s sectarian collectivism,
Taken to extremes,
They say we’re in it together,
But we’re alone as human-beings.
Dragged under water,
Crushed in the vice.
The files of Giles Corey
Has been brought back to life.
It’s the same these days,
With everyone.
The strings are tightened to the max
And we carry each other’s bombs.
It’s a cold war,
All the time.
Too many of us,
Wish to die.
The world has put it’s weight upon all our backs
And the pressures of modern life
Don’t allow us to relax.
The tyranny of the clock is seen,
When the flowers within in spite.
The train of vitality is moving too fast,
And for some, it’s endlessly night.
We long to ride the waves of serenity,
But the sirens of distraction
Won’t stop screaming.
Losing all sense of hope,
We’re losing all sense of feeling.
Fuel is coming in faster,
Than it can be used.
Pollution’s imperialism
Wrecks our atmosphere,
The worlds takes our abuse.
When the notes fly across the score,
Faster than can be played,
It seems the tunnel is never ending,
And we won’t see the light of day.
It’s a cold war, all the time.
It’s a cold war, all the time.
It’s 12 pm (or am?), and I’m sitting in my chair contemplating the meaning of life. After realizing that I’ve never really questioned why we are here, I decided to take out two philosophy books from the local library. One, is childish, patronizing and unintelligent, the other deep, inspirational, intriguing and critical of many theories.
I have arrived at the realization that ‘what is the meaning of life’ is a vague, general and ambiguous question. I believe that life has a different meaning for everyone, and I refuse to accept that there is one set reason for our existence, because we are all different and we all think differently about such issues.
So, the meaning of life – I do not think that it can be fully answered or understood. It cannot be proven, or supported by substantial evidence. It is for us to decide, for us to make up our minds on. Therefore, other people’s opinions are rendered meaningless towards our future goals or dreams. We can choose what we want to do, what we want to achieve.
I have no grounds to support my idea, other than, this is what I believe. Philosophy is about thinking critically, coming up with one’s own conclusions, and molding our thoughts and opinions into clear, distinct personal doctrines.
Obviously, religion has a certain part to play. Many feel that they are obliged to convert others. However, a lot of these very people have also never really questioned their own beliefs. Perhaps they have had them carved into them from a young age. Without questioning one’s beliefs, how can they be regarded as legitimate or rational?
I feel as though in this modern world, questions such as these go unmentioned. These questions are clearly important, substantial, and go deep into ourselves, into our deepest thinking.
Please comment and tell me what you feel about these issues.
