Saturday, July 05, 2008
I guess there are parts of my life that are essentially what you would call, "Screwed up." Truth be told, although I totally agree with this naming, I think that it is pretty normal. For I believe that my life is no less screwed up than the many people I have met, am meeting and will meet. And likewise theirs compared to mine. For I do believe that my life is no less screwed up than that of the person who stood behind me in the queue when I was in the supermarket earlier, nor is it less screwed up than the lady who was in the same lift as I was as I got home, nor is her life any less screwed up than the bus load of people who were on board the same bus as her before she got to the lift. Basically,we are all one way or another, having a screwed up life. It is just whether we are aware of these screwed up portions of our lives or not.
But what pushes us on in living these lives? The words of the so-called "wise-men"? They whom were labeled "wise" because their words gave our ancestors excuses to live on while men who begged us to just give up living were labeled as "mad-men". Or the fear of death, which is essentially an unknown. Subscribe to the different religions will provide vastly different destinations for death. Which you believe is only but a bet.
There is also the strange desire to be able to abandon the place we are in at the moment and all the problems tied to it, and go to a place where we can "start anew". That is only a lie. For one cannot escape the parts of one's life that had already been lived. Also, it is a strangely attractive thought to believe that the grass is greener on the other side. If my life were this screwed up here where I am sitting at my table typing this entry, how less screwed up can it get if I were to take a plane and go to a quiet place somewhere?
The Origin. 7/05/2008 01:16:00 pm