Monday, August 21, 2006

It is writen

If it is written, why do we fight so hard for something more, for something better. Why do we want, anything at all. Theres a danger in wanting somebody too much, almost in the same way theres a danger in eating seafood in Malaysia, or taking a plane to the United States of America.

Of all the difficult questions in life, (like what is the meaning of life, or is the heart really responsible for all the emotions), i find the most difficult thing to answer is: Why? Not really why anything, more like why everything. Why things happen at all.

Sometimes it could be just about appericiating the finer ironies of life, mostly i think its a cruel joke to see how much you can laugh until whatever is happening to you stops being funny or ironic.

Everybody has a little bit of a sadomasochist, some more than others. Children more than most. Only a child would hold a magnifying glass at ants, and only a child would walk willingly into a situation he might get hurt, because he doesn't know his limits to pain.


When we grow up, we start becoming afraid, afraid to get hurt, because we've been "in too deep" too many times. Thats when we lose that child like curiousity in us, that courage, that daring, to try and try again, to do what we want, and not give a damm if we'll come out a rangled mess.

To dare to love like children, who only know the constant love of their parents, and has never had their heart betrayed before. Maybe thats why they always dare to ask the difficult qustions over and over again. Why?

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