People say secrets are the things you keep from others. Wrong. Secrets are what we keep from ourselves, they’re there but you don’t know until you actually hear them. This is what this part of my journal is, it’s the secrets we keep from our selves, from our mind, and from others, until there is a person who says them and they’re not secrets anymore and life is meaningless, well get used to it life is full of secrets and lies not the stuff that rainbows are made of like your mom told you. Secrets are what make the world go round, if we didn’t have them, life would be boring. Some of these secrets are not secrets at all, but you can decide which ones are and which ones aren’t. If you read this and think I’m a lush, philosopher, or a nut job. You’re wrong I’m just a person like you who thinks we should all know life’s little secrets.
why do people lay flowers over the dead's graves? its not to show respect, love, or even sadness, its to cover up the smell of decay and rot. its always there in the back of your mind, and you chose not to smell it, but to mask the smell with flowers. the question most on your mind is, is there a heaven or a hell? are we sent to bliss or be cast down into purgatory? it all comes down to making our own answers in this life we share.
some may lose their faith while others find their's. some may die without knowing love or even death. for this i say the age old question, why are we here? of course there is no answer to this but the conclusions we make up in our own minds.
love is not justified, it can be something you do for a person, but it is not a feeling. Love is lust or great affection, but love is not love. you can like a persons personality, or their beauty and call it love, but in the back of your mind you know it isn't. maybe it is just th human way to feel another person's embrace and warmth and call it love because they don't want to be alone in this world of sadness. they will never know it, this imaginary thing called love. it is just another word that means you care for somebody, like a mother or a father and some people don't even have that.
this is just something i thought one day (i always think like this for someone so young as me, i just think i grew up to fast) and thought i should writ it down i like to think of my self as a scholar.
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