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No more time

People we used to talk to almost every day find other people, you speak less and less to them. It feels like a hole is ripped in your being, you try to fill it with something that they never gave you but you wanted from them, and it doesn’t fill the void. You try to find an answer but end up empty handed, you are still talking to them occasionally and when you do you feel somewhat more-complete. Just ups and downs, nothing can fill the void left behind. So empty and alone, never being able to fully be yourself or a person so you turn to different things to fill the emptiness.

It never works well, stop treating the results of the problem, because if you don’t.. You’re out of time.

~theshadowlost

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The way I see it

We all are born, we all live, and we all die. One’s life is much like a thread, it is cut at such a length interacts with different threads at different times, much like a string made of different colors. But I’m not stopping there, the strings interwoven to the fabric of the universe a mighty tapestry of color made up of trillions and trillions of individual threads.

We are not important in the grand scheme of things, you may say otherwise but consider this. Who alone has so much control over someones life that they can manipulate it to a way of their choosing no one. You may be thinking that ending their life exhibits control over their life, it does but it only cuts the thread, it doesn’t change the color. To change the color you need to become friends with them, have them close to you and influence them through that bond. In this grand tapestry you touch threads near you so you entwine with them, you get close become friends you know one more thread in this massive tapestry.

Your time alive is but just a small threads length tied together by others in the tapestry, you can only be aware of the position you are currently at and the others touching your thread. All our lives will end, accept this as a fact and it will be easier living with the question of why.

Why do we exist? Well to live and die of course. But why is this, I ponder this question myself many times while waking or falling asleep. I ponder the eternal question why as if thousands of toddlers are continuously asking me. I desire the answer because I am curious of it, but then again I revile the answer because if I know I will only thirst for more knowledge about everything. I will wonder about why the universe is and if I achieve that, I may be able to put the whole existence of this plane we live in into an equation and be able to predict what happens tomorrow.

This leads to a paradox in which if I know what will happen tomorrow, can I change it? or will it happen regardless of what I do. I am afraid of the answer to the riddle of everything, yet here I am, alone in my void of eternal darkness pondering the question to all questions.

I shape my world and feel my world through me, I can shape how I see the world to my visions. I can change something. My perception changes, the rules may change. I have to be ready, I have to be ready for everything, nothing, and anything.

I will wonder, I will think, but I will not stop to rest.

~theshadowlost