So it's been a while since I've updated my blog haha. We recently read a book in AP Lit called Waiting For Godot by Samuel Becket in which Becket believes there is no point to life...or something like that. So I, being an avid writer (joke) decided to write my own thoughts on the book and life itself.
Time is an illusion, love is an illusion, life itself is an illusion. We simply exist hanging by a thread, lost somewhere between existence and emptiness in the twilight kingdom. We are stuffed and yet hollow, filled by illusions of false grandeur. In the end, we realize we have been waiting for something that will never come...we believe in love, in God, in life because we need comfort, reassurance that the earth on which we life is predicable and logical and that we have a greater purpose than simply exiting as empty shells. The truth that we wish to ignore is that we live in a universe that lacks order, that is chaotic and illogical. If we can face up to that, the roadblocks disappear, leaving us free to do what we do best - sit idly and wait for death to consume us and take us to its mighty kingdoms.
I also ended up writing a poem...enjoy! (it's not meant to be depressing)
You will rise
And you will die
Round and round the prickly bush
Hanging by your
Last few breaths
Round and round the prickly bush
Bodies die and
Time moves by
Round and round the prickly bush
Round and round
The prickly bush
Life is but time's mindless game
Round and round
The timeless sound
Of life's last breath and
Death's first groan
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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