Showing posts with label Existentialism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Existentialism. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Escape the Day

Currently it's about to be 6am. I'm sitting next to the window on the 2nd floor in my cousin's apartment. What am I doing here? relaxing for the weekend, and apparently insomnia struck me at 2am. I fell asleep for a while, woke up at 2 to the sounds of my aunt watching a video on YouTube. Could not go back to sleep after that.

Enough with the chit chat. Let's get into the rant, shall we? The weather is good finally, great windy afternoons. All these cold nights after work somehow calm me down. It's night of the early october. Or I should say morning but the sky is still dark. Things are good. Life is good. It can always be better.. it's always better, it was better a month ago (emotionally speaking). It shall be better soon, hopefully. Have in mind this is emotionally speaking. Life is great as it is when it comes to choices, job, being on my own. I could not complain about that.

Until then, this has been my small rant for this night/morning.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Happiness

What is it? How do you define "it"?
How do you know what exactly is happiness?
Natural ecstasy perhaps?
Today I wondered, reached no conclusion... so I wondered some more.
I thought "today I want happiness."
Sought out to find it.
I txt'd someone.
Smiled.
Was that happiness?
Read a book, smiled some more.
I asked myself once again "is this happiness?"

[Sunshine, the earth says hellooooo!.... intermeZZZ
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What a bummer, I find myself still trying to define happiness.
I haven't the single clue as to how to get me some happiness.
If they sold it in any supermarket I'd be saying "give me 3lbs of happiness to go"
Maybe tomorrow things will be different...
I will find happiness... and give everyone a bit of it, like candy.
And the earth will finally say "hellooooooooo"

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Brand


My thoughts are all mixed up. I can't express myself.

Everything is so far away from where things should be, figuratively.

It feels so empty in the sense that things can't seem to forge themselves into one act that perseveres through every form of animosity and negativism. I dare believe there's a beautiful tomorrow. For now I can't really think straight.