The Midnight journal 001
We will be exploring pieces of journals that are mine that I've written at midnights and past that it'll be a lovely little collection I hope
The night falls and the city slumbers yet I find no sleep for I shall not engage with the cousin of death I seem restless at times but that is only to drive myself to the brink of exhaustion only to watch myself burn out after a while, I wonder about ignorance being a bliss yet how could you live a reality and not question it to cease asking is to die. I die a thousand deaths feeling other people's sorrow's for my own I claim as not it truly is a reality based on how you experience it for I've claimed a heavy price for my happiness and that is the happiness of those around me I am satisfied with less honestly but truly at times less is much more. every day is a step closer to our eventual destiny which is death and how shall we meet our fates how shall we live the life that is given to us? many drop virtues and deep life as meaning-less yet it has meaning for how can an existence that is beyond comprehension meaningless I mean honestly do you even see how we are programmed everyday to a nihilistic view that is only to drive you weak and throw you off from the reality that is in-front of you I mean you simply bask in things living the same cycle hoping it would change and truly it would at some point but how could you expect things to change if you don't change yourself? we grow comfortable in things that we have known we feel safe yet that same safety is but the death of our soul how could you not wanna try new things.
The sky as dark as it is would consume and devour you if it could yet isn't that what you want? but you'd escape your doom at the last moments, you seek death yet death will approach so why do you hasten oh tell me child.
suffering is caused due oneself it is due to your thoughts and expectations to a certain thing or whatever it may be. The world asks you if the glass is half-empty or half full I tell you to be joyful that a glass exists.
The misery that follows certain people saddens me filling me with grief for if only they could see the world I see through my eyes yet I wish not upon them to have the same dead emotion-less soul I possess at times.
