It’s funny,
when you look back on it.
After enough happens, you can just laugh at anything.
Nothing is very serious, nothing is very real.
People take life so seriously, reacting to every moment as though it were detrimental to something that mattered. Everything is detrimental, but not all that much matters.
To me, life looks like radar emitting from a satellite. But every soul is a satellite and every action is a ring that drifts from the satellite, becoming more insignificant and less effective with each second passing. That’s why nothing really matters.
When I say all that shit, what I really mean is that once something is over or gone, it’s just gone. Becoming insignificant with each passing second.
So I look back on those things that wore on my spirit and now think that allowing myself to be hurt by these things would be a waste of time. Now I see it was a waste of time.
And I conclude, I feel dead a bit in the soul.
But I’m alive in thought.
So I must be in the stages of growing up.
This is awful.
But not really;
because nothing matters.
(Source: voteagainstamendmentone, via molligolightly)
Today i read a story about an anthropologist who proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said: **UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?
**UBUNTU in the Xhosa culture means: “I am because we are”via Occupy Ottawa
