Musings

Beginnings are horrible, you never know from what point to start organising your head, being that in most cases, there's a lot in it. I spend a lot of nights not getting much sleep, insomnia is a curse at best, a frightening trip into your own psyche and madness its worst. I have always had a method for holding onto my sanity however, when sitting in my room in the middle of the night, with only my thoughts, smoking to many spliffs, and most recently tic-tacs. All these provide me with comfort, and a conduit for my imagination and inspiration, yet why is that? Why do i feel i need these foci in order for me to produce anything? Why is my human psyche so dependant on a crutch to feel better? Is it because

We go through many stages as a human, and most of these stages contain moments of harsh truths which propell you closer to becoming an old cynical cunt sitting in a chair on your own wondering and pondering what happened to the world you knew, change can be frightening. However its all about how we use these truths, for hiding from the world, or for taking action and changing it. So many things are wrong around us and everyone knows it, yet no one does anything, why is that? Are we not worthy or saving? I dont suppose so, but i'd like to think so.
Our race has committed so many sins against itself, isms, war, poverty, environmental, genocides, lies e.t.c what if our worsening condition is a mirror effect of what we reap? What if Karma is not a religious principle but a simple truth. What if you, just you, one single person had the ability to change his fate around him every day based on his actions?
P.O.D

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