Yeah, like whatever.

Yeah, like whatever.

1          appendix

there is an apparent reason why we have these things on long papers and the reason is crap.  Yes, ladies and gentleman I have learned how to transmit a bunch of crap and call it an appendix.  We have one, all of us and at times it is out there to kills us and there isn’t any proof we need it in our bodies, yet we still have it.  Evolution eh!

                Good afternoon, today I would like to share another piece of my brain with someone, anyone and create a collection of sharable moments depicted on this device in a letter form. 

                We do many of our things as an automatic motion, inertia.  The senseless and selfless movement of your body to appear as if you are a real person that deserves to live on this planet.  Yes, people I am certain that we do things that radiate with life just to justify certain understandable place in this planet.  But, if it was up to me we should kind of rejoice about idle moments filled with emptiness and voids with no real value whatsoever.  Those moments that make you feel sick inside because a day has gone by, and thanks to Bruce Lee’s philosophy we are convinced that life is filled with time and time is life and so on, so now there are moments that we regret having because there is a higher order thinking that propels you to act with a purpose.  Meh!

                Now, if we want to be accountable for then we should always be on the lookout for those times when we sort of don’t want to do anything.  The comfortable blanket of lethargy slowly caresses you into oblivion, bliss.  Here is when it gets tricky.  I try to balance those moments in order to bring balance to the force and not be allowed to venture into too much darkness at a time but why not?  Why can’t I just have it, leave it all to random moments of nothingness and avoid the resent of not creating a better world for everyone else.  Why can’t I be them? And why does it hurt so much when it feels so good? Because we, in nature have it in us.  We are meant to procreate and create a world that is livable for everybody even though you could be a piece of crap human that does not regards any other people with importance because you fulfill your existence by exceeding the limits of gluttony.  Not the type that gets filled with tons of junks you could easily buy on every corner in America drive thru culture but the one that does not know an end.  The one that makes you feel as an adequate human being. 

                You know these people, the type of people who do things to avoid certain realities they dislike about themselves and are caught in the middle of the day catching glimpses from time to time on random placed mirrors.  When both of their eyes hold one second too much contact with their own reflections that makes them shiver and shake trying to eradicate that feeling away as if it was that simple.  Then, they just go onto their day and move on to their next move. 

                This brings me to a question that will forever hold as many answers as the worlds populations troubles.  Why do we do things then?  Are they a self-propelled reaction to our own interactions on this planet, or are we the result of what surrounds us.  Or even worst, do we get ourselves into unconscious situations triggered by our own selfless desires?  Well, as of now I hold nothing against anyone who can at least explain half of the reasons they do things.  The other half we could leave it to random causes and effects that we have conquered and area easily kept appease.  There should be an element of surprise held within our own content in order to keep things moving and interesting, because it is there when we seem to have nothing under control that our senses magnify our existence in this world just to be quick at the finding of the logical reason of it.