On the brink of everything
I never intended to write a socalled "blog", seeing as it's the hottest thing since sliced bread these days, but whatever, this ain't no "blog", this shit ain't "fo' weal". All is fiction. Yeah, right.The summer is upon us, and changes are underway. It's quite funny how excited I am about this now, even though I know that the situation will probably be just as content as it is right now in just about half a year's time. Happiness is just some sort of temporary illusion. What aren't illusions though? What is real? Illusions seem pretty damn real to me.
There won't be a status quo, but just what will change? Can I even assume anything? Let's try with a few brave suggestions.
- I will have a new job within the next year.
- I will experience at least one new event that will somehow change my philosophy on life.
- I will meet at least two persons who are going to dramatically change my life.
- I will meet someone who shares my interest in the paranormal.
I'm not sure about how everything will develop. Hopefully, people up there won't be too heavy on the spliff as we are down here. My roomies won't be anyway, so I guess it's cool. My brain is still kinda fried after last night's supper. That shit was poison.
Speaking of poison. I don't think I would turn acid down if the context was right. A trip sounds very tempting, yet quite scary. Experiencing what you're thinking.
Death is overrated. I don't understand why people are afraid of dying. Sure, the most basic of human instincts are survival, but surely not fright of death.
I wonder how many times I'll feel "the mother of all that is energy" this next "season". Hopefully a whole lot of times.
That is it for now.
