But what ifWhat if heaven and hell were real. What would differenciate people from going to heaven or hell? Would it just be beleif. Believe and you're saved? Like if a murderer of a thousand children beleive in the catholic faith, they would be "forgiven"? While someone who saves children's lives everyday, yet doesn't believe in the Catholic faith, gets to spend enternity in hell? Maybe we reincarnate. What do we come back as? Is it even in this universe? Do we each have a soul? Are the animals and things around us the past souls, or even the future? Is that possible? What determines the animal or thing we come back as, is it what we most resembled in our last lifetime. Like an angry person would come back as a badger, and a peaceful person, a dove? / Or what if we simply stop living. We don't see a white light, or go into a dream, or darkness or heaven or hell or anything else. But what If we just stop living. And this is really it. What if what we are doing right now, eating, sleeping, breathing, as time goes on, as we all get older inevitably. This is all we have. There's nothing more than this. THIS IS IT. And it really is simply what we make it. What if there is no place to go when it's "over". This is all we got. / But what do we do? We go on doing what society expects, what others want, the normal. Constantly waiting and wanting what we can't obtain, trying and trying for things not needed. Searching for acceptance we could so easily give if we could just learn. Constantly pressured and watched and judged. Destracted by our surroundings, destracted from what WE are doing ourselves.
Depressed NorthwestI'm waiting, for someone to care, for people to change, realize what they're doing and why. I want to stop thinking that I am alonee, want to know there's someone else that thinks like I do you and sees how the rest of these people are so shadowed and blind. I want to see the good times again, and I want to remember these moments, knowing there are more to come. But my hope is falling through my fingers, as each day passes drearily in the same damn way. Without Change. And I wonder why people think their way of life is Okayy. I want to fill the lonely emptiness and longing I have, but they continue to make me more and even more empty, leaving me a shell of the wonderous possibly I know I can be. Just held back by their thoughts of their reality. They can try to listen to me, like anyone should, but I know they just don't understand, and I just wish I could change that, and let them see what I see, how ugly they really are. Allow them to know what their actions really spell. / I want to escape to a place with passion, not passiveness. A place with spirit and soul and color and good vibes, full of true originality and heart. With NO INTENTIONS. Just truth. Just simplicity. Just happiness and laughter and love. No consequences. No melodramaticacy. A place where there are no fake smiles, only unstoppable dimples. Made by REAL and TRUE moments, moments so rare to me now I can hardly remember the last. I just want the truth, not lies. And I want everything the world can offer. Is that too much to ask? I want risk. Where did that go? I want to be and feel like an entire human being living for true happiness and potential, fulfilling dreams, no matter the circumstances. / But these kids, these future conquerors of the world, they continue to allow themselves to be completely controlled by the social norms of our screwed society. I refuse. But it has no mercy, society is a killer, high school it's ally. It controls, infects, then kills the soul. A sad death all too willingly accepted. It hazes the youths real priorities, and takes over the immune system, rejecting difference.