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"Pensé en un mundo sin memoria, sin tiempo; consideré la posibilidad de un lenguaje que ignorara los sustantivos, un lenguaje de verbos impersonales y de indeclinables epítetos. Así fueron muriendo los días y con los días los años, pero algo parecido a la felicidad ocurrió una mañana. Llovió, con lentitud poderosa."

We leave just as quickly as we enter this place; and exit just as lonely as before we came here.
Almost as if nothing happened at all, no difference was made by just being.
We bicker and fight over what should be common sense or the sensitivities of our personalities.
We punch holes in ourselves just to give us something to do and whine when we ask for more drugs to dim the pain.
Forgive and forget before you can't think about what made you so upset, or what scarred you so deeply years ago.
These small troubles are what take our youth away, such as worrying about things you don't want to see. It feels like it's a better decision to relax, than to try and "better yourself" in the "right way."
The little nitpicks, the things that make you irrationally upset, make it much harder to be your friend; someone to care for, when you don't treat us the same.
As insensitive as it sounds- at what point does it turn from an "okay sorry, won't do that next time" to a "grow up, people out there don't know or care"
These people, being accosted so violently by you, because they've accidentally stepped on your emotional toes.

we shouldn't take life so seriously or personally.
after all, none of us get out of this alive anyway.
Soon enough, we'll all leave, and it's fine.
if you can be, and be content, doesn't matter to everyone else.
when can we grow up? and after, ask yourself;
"can I subvert this anger to make it a happy memory?"
since i've started thinking this way, it takes a lot to upset me.
knowing the meta of emotion has it's trades, though.
now i see the impurities in people, and can't help but ask why.
why does this small, mutually exclusive human matter have the power to drive one off the edge?

Take a look inward, ask yourself again-
why can't I not be okay with things while others can?
Controversy is such a human concept, to the point where we can refer to it in itself, as a controversial topic.
it's a savage cycle.
learn to be okay with others.
believe in something you wouldn't for an hour.
learn to be okay with an alien concept for a day.
acknowledge that nobody, really, in this life will be the same as you, and understand that inevitably, people almost never see eye to eye- just for one week.
Do things make more sense?

Seemingly being one of the few people around you that talk to themselves to know more about themselves.
knowing yourself is all that really matters; you're the only person you'll truly spectate to the end.
Again, we all leave this place, just as lonely as when we came in- if not lonelier.
we're aliens to eachother, so why should we alienate others for being different?


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