Thread: BoundWing's Writings and Rantings :)

The musings of a tired mind Judgment day...is a day that comes for everyone everday. This world is neither cold, nor warm to it's inhabitants. The world does nothing but become a stage for the chaos that it's inhabitants pursue... and a screen for others to watch as chaos seems to chase right back. Life. It's something all take for granted, and yet never fully understand to it's fullest extents. The masses both innocent and corrupt, the used and the users. They all trudge on, day after day, putting one foot in front of the other. Most will look both ways before crossing the proverbial street, some will walk without looking. Blinded by faith and hope that someone upstairs si watching. While others will only look at their feet, making sure they don't trip over a rock, only to get hit by a truck. Many are like this, but what about the ones who don't look side to side, and down only? What about the ones who aren't afraid of looking up? Those are the people who aren't afraid to focus on just how big the world really is, and at the same time realize how small and insignificant they really are in the long run. While most of us run around from day to day always striving to take our eyes away from the very reminder God put right above our heads. We busy ourselves with trivial things, we enjoy trivial things, and our thoughts are prone to being trivial. After awhile, you'd think all we are is a trivial race, stuck in a trivial world. In all honesty, that may be true, seeing as a humans life seems so utterly pointless. If it's not perfect, what's the point of keeping it around right? There is no perfection that man cannot strive for, only an imperfection to keep him from wanting to strive for such things. Man walks on the edge of what if's and maybes. Thinking only of consequences and clinging to the fear at the possibility of pains. Life is pain, it's hard to avoid if everyday all you ever tread on are tacks and needles. Some people will refuse to take a step from their little secluded island, mainly for the fact they've forgotten how to put on shoes so they can move about. Then there are those who sweep the sharp painful mess away, creating a safe haven for a thankful few. Then fo course there are those who become lovers of that pain that those unpleasent things bring. Masochists for pain, suffering and all things detrimental to the progression of a decent human being. What is morality? Where should we honestly draw the line? Should we listen to what others say? Or take direct action for ourselves? Each soul has it's own geography, it's own world and it's own rules that each follows. There are worlds of lunacy, worlds of sanity, and worlds that seem to be stuck in a civil war between the two of them. We'll never fully be able to get down the rabbit hole, it's simply not big enough for us to fit. We're not an Alice. We are who we are, and in a sense, we're already living in a rabbit hole to say. It's just that we haven't realized there might be a way to get out, or that there is a chance there just might be something beyond what our small paranoid little minds can muster to imagine. We are a small and fearful people, trying to judge others from a faulty soap box, knowing that there's a chance we might be able to drag down others with us, even when there's no reason to, save for the fact no one wants to fall in lonliness. We see things we can't seem to comprehend. Watch the brutality of others, criticize them for their atrocities. Then in the same batting of an eye, we turn around and do the same thing, sometimes what we do might be even worse than than what we see of others actions. We can kill with kindness, and in our own ways and walks of life tread upon a docile butterfly that could've done miraculous things, but save the snake that would only later strive to bite our heels. We know the truth, deep down, even if it is broken into three sets of reasoning. The reasoning that the body gives. The feelings it takes in, of pleasure and pain. Hot and cold, and even the gentlest breeze. All of those, and so much more, affect the minds reasoning. The mind sorts out the feelings, and the sights and stimulates the feelings that are ever present in our hearts, but dormant until a response is triggered. Then, the final and most important thing is triggered...the respone from our soul, a resonance to everyone, and everything around. Wether we like it or not, everything is connected in some way or another, with a silent but steady resonance that makes ripples in an ocean far to great and deep for us to understand. A thought. An emotion. A word, all of these...All of these seemingly simple things echo and bounce around in others. Everyone is different on the outside, but we all bleed red. We all weep, cry, laugh, scream, hurt, think, breath and live. Even in death we are the same, becoming like twins in the grave. we'll all be bones, we'll all feed the worms and turn to ashes. We'll all be forgotten in the eye of the world, only being allowed so long to be remembered by those around us. For even they will one day be taken under the waves. The next generation will know little to nothing, save that they had a grandfather, a grandmother. A realitive. Everything is realitive in this world. we're all on the same place takin in the same air to breath and watching the same sky and try to keep out feet on the ground all the while trying to suppress the fear in our mnds that there's always that what if that we might one day get sucked up into that big blue mass. We search for things and try to understand what is already there. We want things to be explained that we already should know of. Sometimes we chase after things that have never moved, only to find we've been walking in circles around it time and time again because it looks similiar to something else we might've passed. Everything has it's similiarities to something else, the human race is just to lazy to glen the truth that one finds from working on it over time. If you find out one thing about something, you'll find that that one thing you found can also be applied in truth to another thing, seemingly unrelated. Yet somehow, as a race we seem to cling to the most unorthodox things. Things we cannot see, yet ever so we pray to them, sing to them and idolize them. Faith is a blindness, a handicap and a crippling flaw, and yet in the same sentence something of so powerful, so moving and awe inspiring. Everyone has faith in something, be it bad or good. Simple or complex, dealing with religion or just the world around them. We all want to have faith in something, we all want to worship something. Be it idol or faceless thing. It's a need, created out of desperation for something that we can lean against. Something we use, a placebo, a pill we can swallow at night that is supposed to help us put down the fears and things we can't deal with at night. There is chaos in the calm, and peace in a fight. This world is unorthdox and confusing, yet so simple and understandable, yet we all seem to stumble over this fact. we have to come up with something to try and explain everything, even if what we come up with is a lie. Somethings just can't be explained, they simply are what they are. We can name it, and call it an abnormality, but that is the extent of it all, the only extent we should try to go to. Let it be what it is, and try not to put an incorrect meaning, an incorrect explaination for it. In all honesty, we shouldn't be trying to figure out anything other than ourselves, our main problems spawn from ourselves. Everyone claims that someone else is insane, or not normal. Though that begs me to ask the question, what is normallacy and what is truly sane anymore? This world is so backwards and twisted that the truth can come out as lies, and sanity come out as lunacy. People point fingers that things they're fearful of, just because they think a pointed finger can intimidate them. Sadly, most of the time it does. They don't want to stand out from the norm, the huddled masses sitting in the comforts of what's known. Then of course there are those who truly are sick in the mind. Their minds can't decipher fact from fiction, reality from fantasy. Those are the ones who have snapped and lost themselves to become stuck between the two. They are a detriment to all around them. They cause confusion and mayhem within that which mightve been a calm stillness in anothers mind. Making them question what they might've had right in the first place. We're all a little bit insane, we're all a little bit of everything. Our thoughts are like a lotto, simply put, we never know if we're going to strike it rich or not. We might get something good, and we might not. Some thoughts are like bombs , some are going to blow up in your face suddenly, others will be duds. Sometimes thoughts are like fire works. Sometimes they shoot into the air and explode with a brilliant radience. Some are like black cats, the make a fun sound but that's about it. Then you have the ones where the fuse lights, but never amounts to what we want. We are dormant, waiting for something to stir our hearts to something grand. We're like computers, we take in data from the outside. Be it good or bad and calculate an outcome, change out processing and function to fit what we've learned. There are times when we get overloaded and overheat, making irrational outcomes, irrational thoughts. We as humans are an irrational race, we are by nature irrational beings. Rationality is a spark of inspiration, when we are struck by the muse of good sense. Though this is sometimes few and far between.