The Void Within

Mmm, usually the start is easy, same as the end. It's what's in between that poses the problem. You are born, you die. There is no way to influence your birth (or well so I believe), there is a choice to not have your end be random. You can end it with a bang or just quietly whither away or leave it to whenever something decides your time is up.

And there's always the time between those two. What will you make of that. Will your time existing change anything and does it matter if it does or doesn't? I don't know. And sometimes I don't even care. I probably should care. I probably should try find a meaning for all that happens. I probably should be happy and grateful for what I am, what I have, what I can. But I am not. And I'm probably (hopefully?) not the only one.

I'm not sure if doing this makes sense in any way. Just a way to keep me off the streets I guess, which might be a good thing. Nobody is unique, yet everyone is. Which is the key. Since you're always alone, no matter how many friends, lovers, family one has. But humanity isn't made to be able to cope with that. We want to be unique yet part of others who are of the same uniqueness. And we bloom in that, that there's equalminded who understand our petty thoughts and evil ideas. Who can see beyond our shell of decency and be able to embrace the core (of which we know is rotten and smelly).