There is meaningful existence.
There is meaningless existence.
There is perfection.
There is absence of perfection.
There is change.
There is absence of change.
There is strength in numbers.
There is no strength in numbers.
There is presence of life.
There is absence of life.
There are morals.
There are no morals.
There are rules.
There are no rules.
There are identified problems.
There are unidentified problems.
There is memory.
There is absence of memory.
There is application of solutions.
There is absence of application of solutions.
There is realisation and acceptance.
There is absence of realisation and acceptance.
There is treachery.
There is absence of treachery.
There is all the talk about good and evil.
There is no talk about good and evil.
There is communication, coexistence and cooperation.
There is absence of communication, coexistence and cooperation.
There is unfortunate occurrence of events and unfortunate identity crisis.
There is preparation and absence of preparation for avoiding unfortunate events and unfortunate identity crisis.
There is taking turns.
There is absence of taking turns.
There are replacements.
There are no replacements.
There is doubt and guilt.
There is absence of doubt and guilt.
The eternal truth in every event: There is too much text in here and elsewhere and there is absence of preparation for rightful, meaningful, physical and mental existence that should never fail. All I find is living is like settling for bread crumbs or surmounting the enemy within. Now, is death a reality? Is the enemy just a figment of your imagination or is it an insurmountable and unacceptable enemy? Is sacrifice a way of noble life or is it unwanted event turning out to be a constant reality? Will the life preserve itself and everything else that is not meant to be doomed to failure and agony?
The truth about myself: I find myself dragging around and simply missing in action where ever necessary. Is this life? So disgusting is my failure that I find abode in this text hoping it all makes sense. What about all life? If it’s all about me finding myself in so and so gutter, I should also scan for all life and make sure the gutter makes sense but not nonsense. And, yeah this is all text and not a reality. So, what you gonna do? I must do and if I don’t do, then I will perish and maybe I’m on a path of losing everything for existence is written and to be written and I honestly don’t find myself and everyone else in an unending journey to battle all the failures out of existence. We must make sure that all failures rest in peace. Life can be so contradictory and filled with inner conflict that sometimes it’s all about finding the correct balance and who the hell is making sure of it? Someone should dismiss all the Hell for eternity and bring forth an eternal promise of future that actually translates into reality. And, where am I? I’m finding myself filled with crap to an extent and not making it through. Making it in life is all important and simply texting it may not help the cause but, texting is definitely a good start for me and or you.
This is one hell of a text that’s so awesome and it’s more and more awesome if you and me find ourselves taking this eternal journey, for it is the correct dream of life that must translate into reality.
Thank you.