Topic: ranblings of a crumbling control freak. | |
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so here's the thing:
my life is like nothing ever experienced by another soul. no, it's not a roller coaster, or a highway. it's not an ongoing tragedy, and it's not like being stranded on a desert island. much of it is like a clash of ongoing everything. like eating a banana split on the hood of a speeding truck, hearing someone say 'i love you' in one ear and having the other chewed off by a bear. and the whole time you're questioning everything, wondering if it's make-believe or a dream or someone else's nightmare. you're trapped in between good and bad, creativity and intelligence, reality and dreams, genius and insanity. and all you want is just a little bit of control. a little bit to keep to yourself, a tiny piece of your life not reduced to fate's plaything. but is it possible to control anything? even your own thoughts are under no structure, because once you've thought it, it's done, it's gone you can't take it back. so what control do we really have? none. whatsoever. nothing is really ours. |
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power doesn't exist, just control freaks so insecure they are willing to get angry about it. so, what if, maybe, we just give up all that power to God or Allah or fate or some all knowing gerbil in the sky, we can finally, totally, be completely free. |
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uh, sorry.
that should be 'ramblings.' |
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