It's funny how much better this stupid outlet makes me feel. As if anyone reads this. As if anyone cares about how I'm feeling or why I'm posting here. It's just some spark of conformity I've allowed myself, thrown into a pit alongside all the other sparks-- soon I'll realize that all I've got is this roaring fire. What happened to all your sparks, Viktorria?
I think true emptiness is a goal worth having, if you're willing to undertake it. It's the polar opposite of true happiness. Or true satisfaction. It's a peace in and of itself. There is no inner turmoil, figuring out how you feel-- there is no grace period for losses and defeats and negations by Nature and needy fucks. It just is.
That's not to say you don't achieve pleasure. Emptiness is not always bad. You've got to have nothing to appreciate having something. That's just the way this works.
This Emptiness is like the serenity of Death without dying.
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