Life, dreams, hope… Why?

Manimal (@manimal) 9 years, 1 month ago

The constrained image of a ravaged soul, taken over by a relentless strife, expressing it destructively. The bringers of endings.
We call them mad, call them evil, we say they’re wrong, that their minds have suffered irrepairable damage.
What if you’re mistaken? The insight of an unforgiving light, piercing the ego to the depth of the soul, unleashing what’s been trapped so deep within. Having tasted the truth, being set free, losing our minds. Reunion.

Why do you keep building, knowing destruction is inevitable?

Why do you yearn for life, when all things die eventually?

Why so serious.

Life, dreams, hope… where do they come from?
These things, you will destroy.

Why do you care? What does it matter?
Obliteration is the fate of all things. Can’t you see? Feel? Hear? The gears of fate in motion.

Just stop, none of this makes any sense…
At the end of the chaos, there’s peace I’m sure. The ultimate peace…
Nothing will have meant anything once you’re done.
Is it this decay that makes life worth living?

The cosmic interplay, the hymn of birth and decay.
Shall we dance? Let the party begin!
I implore you, show me your power.

What’s the point of creating, when your creations will only be destroyed?
Why cling to life, when you know you must die?
None of this makes any sense. They say things are only fun when they’re senseless…
None of it will ever be enough to fill that void in your heart.

The rolling mist of nothingness, following your every step. The whole world goes up in smoke, you included.

We’re here for a limited time, that makes it seem special and precious. It must be death that makes life worth living.
Is that it? Can it really be enough? Is anything every really enough?

Why do you keep fighting a fight that never ends?
Why not let your heart sing? Why so serious?
Join the dance of destruction, the party goes on with our without you.

The judgment will also fall upon you who are without guilt.
In this, our hearts find comfort, and sadistic joy that we shall all be caressed by the flame’s gentle love.

There can’t be a god…
Just we and I, the living, all alone on this floating rock… cursing this “God” who declares that we shall die. Who hates his most perfect creation so much that he will torment it for eternity.

Life, dreams, hope. Where do they come from?
Where does it go?
Why do you care?

Why do you build, when all things will be destroyed?
Why do you strive to survive, when you have to end?
Why so serious?

Clearly it must be death and destruction that makes life and creation worthwhile. To us, in our folly. Is it ever enough? When we’re done, none of it will have meant anything.
Beyond the chaos there is peace, every ripple settles in due time. The wound of existence healing back into void.

There is no God, no good or evil, just actions. Just we, the apes, thinking we’re the shit. There is no righteousness that is not self-righteousness. No perspective that is more than just hollow opinion. No worth other than self-worth.

The cosmic joke’s on you.

Life, dreams, hope. These things we must destroy, yet these things we must protect and cultivate. All at the same time.
I curse this “god” who declares that we shall die, the world will keep turning.

Fuck it all. Do what you want.
Shall we dance?

Why so serious?
Life is your playground, filled with all the toys you could ever wish for. Why not enjoy them?

Can you hear your heart roar?
I implore you, show me your power! Dance with me.

Shall we?

April 20, 2013 at 2:18 pm
Anonymous (359) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

Wow. My feelings exactly, although there is really no way to know if even this is the reality. It is the only perspective we can authentically live from, and if we die and discover it was much more beautiful that would suck too. However living in a speculated spiritual identity fueled by imagination and previously developed systems is forever unfulfilling.

My maternal instincts suffer the most from these thoughts. I want to have babies! But that would be cruel to subject more of us to this consciousness.

Maybe we just have unusually pathological fears of death

Anonymous (145) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Beautifully written. That is freedom, but freedom must be balance by responsibility; joy is found in harmony, misery in discord.

Anonymous (145) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

Responsibility for the consequences of your actions, that is.

Manimal (2,998) (@manimal) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@anjelica, If we die and it turns out it was more beautiful that doesn’t change anything, it was still as beautiful and you were there to experience it.

By not subjecting them to this cruelth, you subject them to your own cruelty. Unbirth, never getting a chance, never existing, never getting to rejoice in the wonders, never taking part in this game of death.
What is pleasure without pain?

Not everone fears death. This fear is a social construct, the perversion of ONE civilization.
I’m not afraid of dying I just don’t want to.

Fuck it all. Why not live life to its fullest, grow as much as we can, enjoy as much as possible?
Rock n roll… break those shackles, baby.

You are one with all of it.

Kidd (1,059) (@kidd) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

Dude, you’re a great writer.

Almeida (304) (@xetado) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

Fucking awesome. That kind of thought has been becoming my mind in the last months, I’m slowly getting more aware of this reality.

TheSkaFish (962)M (@theskafish) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, “Why so serious?
Life is your playground, filled with all the toys you could ever wish for. Why not enjoy them?”

“Why not live life to its fullest, grow as much as we can, enjoy as much as possible?”

Bravo, man. But I guess the main reason I fear death is that there is so much I want to see, do, experience, and be, before I go.

Anonymous (512) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Lovely read, though those are the types I have come to expect from you.

Quite the legitimate description of this mental maze we all find ourselves within. I actually think that death is the end of it. We can’t see it while we traverse through the follies of life, but as we enter the final stretch of the labyrinth, we see that it is. And that instead of cursing the “wrongs ways” we ought to appreciate the confusing construction.

Motherfuckers have to sit still for a second and acknowledge their own existence!

Peace and love to you, manimal

Manimal (2,998) (@manimal) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@theskafish, Is this fear beneficial, is it helping you, is it increasing your chances of getting where you want?
Where is it you want to go? How far? How much? How badly?
How? Why? When?

Fear… is it not distracting your thoughts?

@optimystic, Hehe, that’s the spirit. If it all burns down, be one with the inferno, then see where you can take it from there.

“Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven, conscious of our fleeting time here.”

TheSkaFish (962)M (@theskafish) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, that’s a good way to put it. i spoke too soon. Fear truly is a waste of a thought. A thought spent on fear could’ve been used for something beneficial.

I simply want to do a lot with my life before I go though. That’s what I mean.

Anonymous (2,654) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, You know that percussion, compression, arrangement and mastering you have to do with a song. It’s the same thing with ladies. And you won’t do it if you don’t feel it. It just happens that how you proceed making a song or know how to massage a lady, it brings out the same emotion.

And you’re asking where does it all come from.

Samantha (0) (@sammie) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, I know you play like a million instruments.. is this a song you wrote? I’d love to hear the melody if it is! =)

Your writing is especially impressive with English not being your first language. I could only imagine the execution of your writing had it been in your native language.

“Just we, the apes, thinking we’re the shit. ” lol, made me think of

Anonymous (2,654) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

A lady ^

Manimal (2,998) (@manimal) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@beyond, Strange… this isn’t about audio or ladies, or any of the other stuff you brought up. Just WHAT THREAD did you think you were replying to?

@sammie, I appreciate it. Thought a few is not a million, and I’m not very good with music lyrics. It’s a cool idea though, I could give it a shot. But it would be a lot of lyrics, and quite a few borrowed lines.

That’s a great video, I haven’t seen it before, thanks.

Adam (118) (@moonglade) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Not gonna lie, this is quite beautiful. Keep writing dude.

Kretox (142) (@kretox) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Hoping something is just like throwing a die,we are just dependent on the probablities!About life,i think life can only be made from dreaming and imagining your future and making it happen! well a serious sentence indeed,and if you are really tired of life and depressed ? Get the fuck up and put on your head phones!

Anonymous (177) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Yes! now what?

Anonymous (2,654) (@) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Weird huh. Well, I was watching a video which reminded me of that. That pure execution of natural things is the main reason for life, dreams and hope. Didn’t know how to reply to your original post though. :) I have no mental access to your idea of building and destroying, then dancing. I look at things as smoothing them out or roughing them up. I almost get the dancing part though.

Ghostlight (38) (@imtheghostlight) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal good read, man. :)

Manimal (2,998) (@manimal) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@beyond, Cool, man. Yeah I got it, I just don’t see the connection, especially not the ladies thing. And yknow, we can identify ladies without your help, but thanks anyway.

@kretox, Throwing something is just like hoping to die, or dying to hope, and of course hoping to throw…
If you’re depressed, stop being depressed, simple as that. With or without headphones, makes no difference.

Kretox (142) (@kretox) 9 years, 1 month ago ago

@manimal, Just try brotha,and be happy with life! Life gives you one chance,try to make it wonderful,and if you fail in it,there’s always a second chance and i am sure no one misses the second chance.”Life is full of second chances”!

Manimal (2,998) (@manimal) 9 years ago ago

@kretox, I don’t try, there is no try. Only action and results.

Life is full of darkness, and this darkness is just as nice as the light that also fills life. There’s fire and there’s water, there’s destruction and creation, but there’s no good or bad.

When something only brings you down, why not watch it burn instead of clinging to it?
Set the world ablaze, glorious we will rise from the ashes and rejoice in all the space available for building a paradise, and the absence of that which was choking our spirits.

Limits are for overcoming. Sail or drown.

Do what you will.

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