Ever discover the thing you wanted the most may not be the best thing for you? What was it and what did you do about it? Was it hard to decide? Did you chase after it and have to give up? How did you learn it wasn't for you? Did it let you know? Were you banging your head against a wall? Was it behind a wall, out of reach?
When will I learn? How? When will I give up?
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe there's no fate but what we make? I wonder if one might be able to predict a certain outcome by choosing a decision that will lead to a preplanned result? Would that be a philosophy? I dunno, thinking if one were to say, for example, put the recorded thought patterns of a Warren Buffet into the mind of a Mother Theresa, what could happen? It's just software, right?
If I say, "Think of me," do you picture me? Am I a photo you've seen? Am I a memory you've had of me? Am I part of your imagination?
If I say, "Imagine you and me having a great conversation over a meal," do you picture us having lunch in a cafe? A romantic dinner? Are we having a picnic?
If I say, "Don't think of me! Don't picture me holding you! Don't imagine me making love to you!" can you? Can you really?
How did you meet the love of your life? Maybe meeting someone in a bar isn't as popular as people will have you believe? Did it feel like you've met before? Know each other in a past life?
What am I waiting for? What am I waiting on? Why wait?
Do you think luck exists? What's the luckiest thing that ever happened to you? How can one make their luck better? Is it even possible? I always hear people talking about "making their own luck" and I wonder what they really mean? There was a friend that always seemed to be in the right place at the right time and I always wondered how that happened, but hanging out with him I saw he was always on the go. He volunteered at numerous places and I believe only had part time jobs, because he seemed to get bored quickly. He was everywhere! But he had tons of friends and dogs and cats loved him too! More opportunity to stack the odds in his favor, I believe. He used to tell me, "Jerry, you are one of the luckiest people I know. You have it made!"
I wonder what he'd think of me now? Is it possibly he's not thinking of me? If people stop thinking of me will I cease to exist? Am I still here? By a very thin thread. Maybe that thread leads to you, if you in fact are thinking of me. Maybe that thread is me unraveling? Maybe someone is gathering me up? Can you imagine stitching me up? Making me better than before? Another chance?
Do you think love exists? Is it real? Is it like a virus, in the way a mind virus, or software virus is? Is it something we create in ourselves to keep us going? Is it programmed into us genetically? Is it like the God gene, that makes us believe that there's more to life than this? We know we've messed up, we can't face the cold blackness, we need another try, one more shot to get it right… Please don't let this be all there is!
Do you ever get bored of something you know you shouldn't be bored of? What is it? I mean have you ever been bored of something that you maybe... loved? If you love your work, sure go with that, but... Loving something and then finding yourself bored of it, maybe that's the question.
Ever feel like you've been cheated?
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