Random thought of the day
Orginization, not as in a group or association, but actually orginizing things, stuff and parafernalia. The human race loves to do it. Constantly. We all know that leaves and grass is green. The sky is blue. But what us green and blue? Colours. Why do we have colours? Well, they're just there. But why have we named them? Why do we even think about it? Because we need order in our brain. So that we can understand it. So that we can say to another person, the sky is blue. This is about everyhint, and as soon as we categorize something, we get scared of it. Scared of the unknown. Racism, comes from this. Blacks, Jews, Arabs, Swedes etc. Why? It's honestly just uneccesary. Kinda. I'm to upset and tired to give a two-sided argument. So, you figure out the other side yourself and make your own opinion. But think about it, everything you talk about, think about and what not. You organize it in your brain in some way.
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onsdag 19 november 2008
Orka...
Okej, jag kommer inte få tillbaka blocket som resten av mina random thoughts står i... Så jag tänker bara lägga upp random saker som jag skriver istället.
onsdag 18 juni 2008
Suicide is not fair
(Random thought of the day, dated 19/05-07)
Who ever you are. Whatever the reason. Whenever the time. You may never suicide! It is not fair to those who have to live with your death. Suicide is escaping, the weak survive, the strong succeed. Suicide is not an option. There is always someone that will miss you and your suicide is not fair to that person. This thought has continued on the previous thought.
Who ever you are. Whatever the reason. Whenever the time. You may never suicide! It is not fair to those who have to live with your death. Suicide is escaping, the weak survive, the strong succeed. Suicide is not an option. There is always someone that will miss you and your suicide is not fair to that person. This thought has continued on the previous thought.
Childhood memories
(Random thought of the day, dated 15/03-07)
Do you remember your childhood facts? The ones that get get broken such as atomic bombs. Every child know that a atomic bomb blow away half of the world. Well, obviously that wasn't true. I had to face the horrible movie style enlightement a couple of weeks ago. When I was 5 years old my grandpa died. He was accedentally shot when he was working with his hunting rifle. Not to long ago I was told that it wasn't an accident, he was just tired of his life. Blew his brains out at 44 years of age. I got to know this 13 years after. It hits like a kind of hard rock in your chest.
Do you remember your childhood facts? The ones that get get broken such as atomic bombs. Every child know that a atomic bomb blow away half of the world. Well, obviously that wasn't true. I had to face the horrible movie style enlightement a couple of weeks ago. When I was 5 years old my grandpa died. He was accedentally shot when he was working with his hunting rifle. Not to long ago I was told that it wasn't an accident, he was just tired of his life. Blew his brains out at 44 years of age. I got to know this 13 years after. It hits like a kind of hard rock in your chest.
I miss you
(Random though of the day, dated 15/03-07)
I usually don't miss people. I could say I'm coldhearted but I'm probably just carefree. When people leave I expect to see them again, so I don't miss poeple. Now we came to the part which is hard for me to take in. I miss you, ever since you left. I want to tell myself that I will always be able to meet you, but somewhere my body says "NO!". I dream of you at night, I only do that about people I miss, my brain is trying to retain the picture of you. I'm crying on the inside because I can't meet you, yet I don't know what I'd do once I meet you. I just miss your presence, the calming scent I get when I'm around you. I just simply miss you and I just need to accept it.
I usually don't miss people. I could say I'm coldhearted but I'm probably just carefree. When people leave I expect to see them again, so I don't miss poeple. Now we came to the part which is hard for me to take in. I miss you, ever since you left. I want to tell myself that I will always be able to meet you, but somewhere my body says "NO!". I dream of you at night, I only do that about people I miss, my brain is trying to retain the picture of you. I'm crying on the inside because I can't meet you, yet I don't know what I'd do once I meet you. I just miss your presence, the calming scent I get when I'm around you. I just simply miss you and I just need to accept it.
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