i’ve been wondering lately about the cynical views i hold dear i identify with them greatly but i’m not sure if they’re sincere
i don’t want to be sixty and have not appreciated life while i have it i never even wanted to live till sixty but life’s all i have isn’t it
the idea of God always merely humoured me and while an afterlife still eludes me does nihilism’s peace really compete with a serenity birthed purely from belief?
i’m non-committal for a family but a child to guide and be close with is a ***** kind of alchemy that maybe would make me a goldsmith
i’m not one for a spouse but i'd love someone to know me maybe i could settle for a real house enough to quench the wanderlust in me
society is cruel too, life’s fatal rules but i'd sooner be cast aside and sixty than six feet deep at twenty
the selfishness of humanity always disgusted me and while the blindness still eludes me does humanity’s grief really compete with a beauty Earthed like a stampede?
time is subjective. don't let life pass you by. be content with your cynical views if that's what you enjoy, but don't enjoy them just because you're miserable. have the courage to see the good things life can offer you'll have to look for them because life isn't usually so courteous but, well, strength lies truly in the recognition that we have none courage, really, is living though you've many a reason to die - there is a difference between being alive and living. it's more than surviving - life is what you make of it, as is everything, so enjoy the little things while they're there. and while you're here.