The Reality Of It All

On the porch somewhere near the basketball court, beyond the haze that looms over us, I discovered a relative reality of myself. I look up to the everything that is above and I wonder; have we been conditioned to believe in our sense of self worth? The idealism of destiny and wishfulness of fate? Or are we just deluding ourselves into thinking that each of us has a pre-ordained importance to the world and people around us? Is everything that happens to us part of a greater plan from our divine master, or is it totally random shit?

There are days when I believe in my own destiny; where everything happens for a reason, and each learning curve is a stepping stone to where I'm supposed to be in life. That there are no boundaries, only obstacles to over come. There are no limits, only imaginary lines. And then there are times when everything comes crushing down and I look about me and I think to myself; "FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".

Is it better to live in our own delusions and be comforted by them, or is it more important to face the facts of reality? Maybe we all try to be martyrs to ourselves and to others, and are just forgetting that the world is eternally fucked

Then that relative reality passes, and everything's alright again.

Because at the end of the day, I believe that living happy in our sense of self worth and respect is much better than feeling sad and sorry for ourselves.

I know there are a number of people who are reading my blog. I'm surprised! Delighted! I shall start posting nude photos of myself on this journal space.

I'm kidding.