What life puts into perspective is how it will go on. Will it continue if you forbid it? If you put a halt in the system? Should it stop for one person? Should it continue on regardless? All of these are questions many people do not…ask. They do not think about what could be said. They simply continue on, without asking. Their excuses are ‘once you find the answer to one question you find a million more.’ That may be true. But you could continue to answer questions. Who says you are here? And if you are here, why? And why? And why?
You see why there are questions? They keep us from being mindless. They prevent us from passing life in a blink. Instead they draw it out. And without that, you might as well just lie down and watch life go on…without you.
Do you believe in life? Would you pick up a gun and pull the trigger? Do you think the gun would jam from your belief or fire from your ignorance? If you grabbed the handle from a blackened knife and chose to throw…would you miss or would you hit with a sickening thud? What about poison? Would they be immune, or would it kill them slowly and painfully? Would it be murder? Or would it be just saved?
If someone called you normal, would it be an insult? Would it be a compliment? Would it be something to shrug off, and continue on? Who wants to be normal? Many people? Few people? If I called you weird would you disagree? Would you agree? Would you not know what to say, what to think? Would you decline, but know in the bottom of your heart it is true?
Could you lose your mind and stay sane? Maybe you just find new ways to do things; maybe you find new things all together. Are you creative? Would they call someone that when they lose their mind but not their sanity?
If your friend makes fun of you even after you tell them to stop, are they your friend? Are they your enemy? Are they just another person here to make fun of who you are? Why do they make fun of you? Why are they laughing? Maybe they feel bad about themselves…maybe they are just not your friends. Do not lie-nobody who makes fun of you should be considered your friend.
You see? These questions continue forever. They stretch on endlessly. And maybe if you just would realize they are there, you might make life a little easier…or harder. It depends on how you answer the call. Besides, it is your life, not mine.
3 comments:
Sorry about making fun of the whole "One Short Day" thing... I hope I'm not your enemy...
I really like this post.
About being normal, I think the answer lies in personality, past experiences, memories, and desires. For example, if a boy always spoke his mind but his thoughts were different from other children, and they always excluded and humiliated him, wouldn't he want to become normal? But what if there were other students in the class who accepted that boy for who he was, and refused to join the other students? He wouldn't care as long as he had his own comrades.
Calling a person weird or normal has to do with who is talking. If we think alike, then in your standards, I could be normal. If our conduct, activities and hobbies are radically different, then I am "weird". Being called "weird" or "normal" should make an impact on a person, and yet it does. It's all perspective, there is no person who's opinion is always "correct". No opinion is always correct. There's always a counterargument or a small detail to change.
Lose your mind but keep your sanity? I think you can. But your mind, your thinking, is your will to live. You can lose your mind and keep your sanity, but remain as a shell of a person. A person with a sanity but no mind just perfunctorily completes his or her requirements. They eat, sleep,take showers, go to work, et cetera. But they do not love, believe, or feel. What causes a mind to die? Trauma? Past experiences? Maybe a war veteran whose friends dies around him. An old man with no connections whose loyal spouse passed away.
Friends and enemies... they come an go. Sometimes a person of either gender touches your heart. That is a true friend. If a friends makes fun of you even when you tell them to stop, maybe it's a quirk, or maybe you're just a temporary acquaintance to them. Who knows? It adds to the intrigue of life.
It all does. Friendships forged, destroyed. Meeting new people. Going to new places. Returning to a memory-filled home. Talking to a loyal companion. Life has ups and downs. We get over it... and just live.
Is this post full of answers? Or questions? What made you think of these things? Are you persuading the reader? Or just trying to confuse them?
confusing people is more fun
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