A Worldview
March 26th, 2024
I only feel compassion for my fellow human beings, and compassion for myself. I don't blame myself for anything, and I don't think I blame anyone else for anything either.
In the context of people, and what they are, I believe we are nothing more than bags of chemicals. Struggling bags of chemicals.
Although the emotions rage inside of me, disqualifying me from humanity, I find solace in looking forward.
Dreams
Now I understand the words "I cannot tell which is the dream."
For me, I cannot tell what I could be.
For me, I cannot tell what I should be.
For me, I cannot tell as I am.
If I cannot know the dream, and neither can I trust the thoughts that color it, then I must live the dream as it is.
Color
Dazai believed in the hold of words; Mishima turned to the flesh; I followed both and met the dream.
What is there to latch onto, but the cold steel of emptiness?
Perhaps grandma was right. I'll go and meditate.
