The brain is a beautifully complicated piece of organ. In some ways it's so amazing and unique. In others it's torturous and dangerous. There are many diverse minds, and not two are ever alike. It's nice though, when you find a mind that is as alike as yours. I think that's what happens when you find a friend. Your brains seem to run on similar wave lengths and you have a lot of the same feelings.
I'm not really sure what this post was going to be about. I'm trying to write more. It's my passion and I know I'm damn good at it. A perfect song has just popped up on my Pandora, Who I am hates who I've been:
"I heard the reverberating footsteps
synching up to the beating of my heart.
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.
'Cause I don't want you to know where I am.
Cause then you'll see my heart,
in the saddest state it's ever been.
There is no place to try and live my life."
Such a great song. And I can feel his lyrics. It's true, who I am hates who I've been. When did I get so damn hard? Life has been making me harder around the edges. It's not a bad thing, we all need to toughen up every so often. But I used to be so soft, innocent, easy going. Now I'm a tangled, mean mess. But I did it to myself, there's no one to blame but myself. I'll admit that.
A relationship with death will do that to you. It'll also convince you that you should live life to the fullest. Which is a good philosophy to have, but it's not always the best choice. Living each day like it's your last can be damaging and destructive. I love to feel just like everyone else does. But I'm not sure I go about getting that feeling the way I should. Damn.
The mind is amazing. The brain works wonders. I love how my mind can think and take in new information. But my mind is dangerous and has the potential to screw me in the ass every single time.
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