Distracted, not interested, apathetic maybe? This is the life I lead. It would be nice to become involved in something, but it's hard to become involved in something when nothing seams interesting enough. What a waste of space some of these words are. I wish I could write something important, meaningfull, and significant; something completely selfless, something unique. Not having a plan, structure, subject or even a topic to follow doesn't help. So how does one begin? Where does one begin?
Trying to analyze and decypher the information my sensory peception is processing constantly, is completely dull and unsatisfying. It appears as if all these manifestations of energy are flowing endlessly with no signs of creation or complete anihilation. As a whole everything appears to be in a constant state of pure being, a never ending forever changing being. That is one way of describing it but there are many other different perspectives in this state of being, quite possibly an infinite number. One thing that I am certain of is that although this whole reality is constantly transforming, it consistently maintains a predictible structure. Experience leaves me observing patterns and routines that seam almost essential for sustaining the current status quo. I (What ever that means) appear to be another part of this quo. A being aware of it's absurd existence not knowing what exactly to do with it's awareness is where I am at right now.
Survive to Survive I think that may just be the only point to everything. I think that is a very profound point. But what do I know?
Why does all this exist opposed to nothing at all? This question alone should put anyone's mind into an unknowing trance. I really don't think there is an answer. I think questioning is a futile excercise because it only leads to more unknowns. Although it is completely futile in the long run I think it does develope our and/or my understanding further.
I'm cutting it short here. Just a little more creative writing.
