Existential
10:00 AM
Just finished reading "The Fault In Our Stars".
"Don't seek sadness, because it reeks of leeks."
This life, I mean, can be so unfair. And the circumstances, toying with our sensual frailty, popping.
Extremity begets extremity. If only, life was eternal, would we be happier? Big capital N, O, supposedly.
At the end of the day, you can't help but ponder,
"What was the point to all this pain again?" Gain?
And here I am, scrambling eggs and reasons. Surely, there must be a purpose behind the veiled windows 8. Surely, God...
You mean these are not plot twists and climaxes you see in the movies? And that happy ending, but a temporary relief? Respite, despised.
You mean these are not plot twists and climaxes you see in the movies? And that happy ending, but a temporary relief? Respite, despised.
I see.
Death, thus, is our final salvation. The perfect remedy to all our problems. So be it.
Though, can I get some tortillas to wrap my mind? Tell me. How would you explain the erratic human behavior called mutual immersion? A basic human right, quoi, to love and to be loved. Since our ancesaurs, we have kept loving and juicing in this jar of apocalyptic pickle. And we have found love in each other, drawn, suckled, clingy. Behold. When everything else fails, and when the world finally rejects us, we would have been known, at least, ease.
Hold on, we are going home [bae]. - Drake
Yesh. To love is ultimate, the only katana worth to wield. We slash, we wound, we heal. Round 2.
So don't you dare stop loving. Let this ideal burn bright. A privilege I tell you, even if it ends up killing you. 그냥, side effects.
Photography by julie cherki.
