Notes

Lately I've been thinking how sometimes easy it is to mold one's way of thinking, sometimes it's not so easy. People influence one another through many ways: art, actions, words, emotions. All these leave evidence behind of our existence. That we were here and this is our way of expressing ourselves. Humans are social creatures after all, thus even the most reclusive ones will feel the need to express themselves. It's human nature, something that cannot be changed just like breathing. One may deny it for some time but eventually they will have to breathe or they will die. Though our existence may be that of a firework; we make such an effort to travel upwards and make such an effort to be bright, let people aknowledge our existence, accomplishments or regrets, to let others know you exist, but only for a brief moment that because by the time someone looks, we are already gone. Then the next firework, then the next and the next. Taking an aimless journey I suppose wouldnt hurt. To go somewhere to know where to go. To go fowards only compelled by random instict of directions. To not have a destination. Walk and obvserve. Time will not be an issue, nothing will be an issue if not made into one. To take the present and live the present, the time between past and future. Let go of everything before or after. To take a little, almost seemilgly insignifican step outside this box. Though I know I would be stepping to another box, it's still progress. Wrong thoughts still linger in my mind. Maybe because I'm in this box. Maybe because Ive been in it too long. Who knows? There is a part of me that is wanting to stay for that sake. For the sake of doing what others dont. To be precise and to play hide and seek. I still need to learn more about that. At the moment I think I'm not prepared. It would requirre materials, planning, time, and careful selection. It cannot be random. Well, it can. Though selection is preferable. Im afraid(or glad?)this thought is not a perishable one. I think it will always be there. I think it's in everyone. Like a cloud in the sky, sometimes it'll be clear but the next the white cloud may be there, sometimes bigger and different shape than the last. It'll always be there. Clouds are evaporated water I think. An endless cycle that we'd be stuck in. Not that we arent stuck now. Well we arent. We do have a choice to be here or not. The end of the world as we know it, like how weekends usually are but more dire. Much more dire. Well tomorrow to take that aimless jorney I guess eh