Ain't it the truth?
Classes are over. I looked over my past entry and reminded me of a mind that was far sharper than the one reading it; it's a deplorable thought, thinking that my mind is deteriorating. With every mistake, I'm surely failing to learn.
My life is fine.
It's rather good, but I'm extremely poor and my mind is always turned on to the wrong channel. My mind wants to watch aimless thoughts come into fruition, but my body wants to munch on a 5-layer burrito from Taco Bell. It's all a metaphor, but it's truer to life than my own existence. In a sense, the things that are extant are less convincing than the abstractions of the cranium.
I'm serious! It's like knowing you're pretty trashed after the 14th drink, but still taking suicide shots anyway. I don't think it's any pressure from anyone that makes us do that, I believe it's wanting to get away from life, no matter how good it may be.
I'm resigned to stay the same, and that's the truth. I wish I could say, "OMG, my life rocks!" But I haven't the heart to. I like thinking about things. I like understanding that blind bliss is the weakest position anyone can put themselves in. We often times forget about the banana peel ahead--we eventually tumble to the ground, and only then do we realize that we've been in a monkey cage at the zoo our entire life. I want to know that the peel is there, and I want to find a way out of the cage.
I know it all may seem pretentious and overreaching for some sort of intellectual enlightenment, but without that I'm doomed to stay the same. I don't know why I'm trying to tear from what I am, but I want to be a better person.
-Bey #8
-Bey #8
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