At this point, I don't have a clue of what I was thinking.. I simply opened up MS word and started typing:
Rant 1-
As of late, I have been deeply reflecting upon the world in which we live. It almost seems that there is no limit to the destruction of savagery and disaster in this world. Whether man made or nature, there is always a sense instilled in most that insists that, “We shall overcome”. It makes me thin deeply about the trials and tribulations of our fragile human life. In one minute, you can encapsulate the best this life has to offer, and another moment you may be pouring out your last ounce of regret before you are ready to give in to the hardships of all that remains to be accomplished. Was our entrance into this world to overcome, or to merely survive? I can’t help but think that in some grand way, either than random chaos, that it lends to only suggest that we are truly endowed by our own image, created by what we’re surrounded by. That as if somehow, the greater purpose in life is not to just merely to survive or succeed at conquering all that causes us injustice. Instead I find this life widely depending on the truths that make us human and the duties that make us fallible.
Rant 2-
Whether lost in faith or dreaming of tomorrow, it matters not how we live. What matters is how we strive. The greatness that is to become solely rests on the shoulders of determination. I take a minute and give thanks for all that this life has offered to me. So many great opportunities, that whether or not I have actually deserved them, or taken full advantage of them. I feel that I am fortunate to be given such a chance. The wandering reality of all that we fear realizes no strength of which we hold true. Inconsistent and incoherent, I find my mind running in a million different directions. It’s almost as if I’ve looked to map queset to find my way around life. You never find out where you really need to be because you always find yourself making a wrong turn in trying to ‘think **** out’. Its so amazing that I could be so misfortuneate to slob through thought li,e this all the time. It takes not dream, It only takes action to produce the hero within.
__END RANT__
Does anyone else's mind race a million miles a minute? Always ending up with non-sensical bull****? Man I'm tired.
kevin
Rant 1-
As of late, I have been deeply reflecting upon the world in which we live. It almost seems that there is no limit to the destruction of savagery and disaster in this world. Whether man made or nature, there is always a sense instilled in most that insists that, “We shall overcome”. It makes me thin deeply about the trials and tribulations of our fragile human life. In one minute, you can encapsulate the best this life has to offer, and another moment you may be pouring out your last ounce of regret before you are ready to give in to the hardships of all that remains to be accomplished. Was our entrance into this world to overcome, or to merely survive? I can’t help but think that in some grand way, either than random chaos, that it lends to only suggest that we are truly endowed by our own image, created by what we’re surrounded by. That as if somehow, the greater purpose in life is not to just merely to survive or succeed at conquering all that causes us injustice. Instead I find this life widely depending on the truths that make us human and the duties that make us fallible.
Rant 2-
Whether lost in faith or dreaming of tomorrow, it matters not how we live. What matters is how we strive. The greatness that is to become solely rests on the shoulders of determination. I take a minute and give thanks for all that this life has offered to me. So many great opportunities, that whether or not I have actually deserved them, or taken full advantage of them. I feel that I am fortunate to be given such a chance. The wandering reality of all that we fear realizes no strength of which we hold true. Inconsistent and incoherent, I find my mind running in a million different directions. It’s almost as if I’ve looked to map queset to find my way around life. You never find out where you really need to be because you always find yourself making a wrong turn in trying to ‘think **** out’. Its so amazing that I could be so misfortuneate to slob through thought li,e this all the time. It takes not dream, It only takes action to produce the hero within.
__END RANT__
Does anyone else's mind race a million miles a minute? Always ending up with non-sensical bull****? Man I'm tired.
kevin
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