Reflections of life
I look into the pond that is my life. The ripples twist and bend as I see fit, twisting my fate to match the shape. What is life? What is death? It seems sometimes that life is an illusion. Something to prepare you for whatever happens after death. or is there even anything after death? Do we just rot in a hole for all of eternity afterward? Then what's the point of anything we do? All decisions seem to affect the future of how your life plays out in the role of millions of lives taking place all over the world. What does your life matter then? It seems as we stare into the dark of night, we seem to imagine things. are these the creatures that life rejected? Are these things we see in the darkness of uncertainty... demons? How do we cope with the happenings around us? How is it that the events that are happening around us took place? What could have happened in your life or someone else's that caused another person's life to change yours? Are we all connected? Are our lives intertwined with the strings of destiny and fate? I am asking too many questions of you. A person who lives as long as you might couldn't find the answer to 10% of what the world holds. How can a scientist who's lived for a mere 40 something years understand what went on around 100 million years ago? It's unfathomable! I feel I am ranting... or maybe I'm beginning to understand the big picture laid out before us that us idiotic humans are too stupid and arrogant to understand. We may never know.
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