I've created a religion. Its creation was unintentional, and I follow it just the same. When I realized it had happened, and it nearly blew my mind, I started to examine its existence. Perhaps it's not a religion in the sense of a deity, but in the sense of having someoneor something rather, to throw all my problems onto, something to put a perspective on things. Although I guess I don't use it as such, I do sometimes ask inquiries to which this thing would reply, and perhaps, in most cases, act as the Devil's Advocate. It's not really something I turn to however, I don't call to it, and I don't ask for it to appear to me. And as
As I look out onto the world, I tend to see my views of people seem to be confused. Perhaps it's my social anxiety that could be a factor in my skewed outlook on the world. The things I see, of people, my view on their ideas, and their actions based on the ideas just seem alien to me. It may be difficult for me to explain, to properly articulate my thoughts... But like when I see those who live for shopping... or just those who live for one thing, their passion, their complete grasp of this one thing. Like they've got nothing on their mind but that. I guess their focused... but I guess I cannot live like that. I need more, or I need les
I've created a religion. Its creation was unintentional, and I follow it just the same. When I realized it had happened, and it nearly blew my mind, I started to examine its existence. Perhaps it's not a religion in the sense of a deity, but in the sense of having someoneor something rather, to throw all my problems onto, something to put a perspective on things. Although I guess I don't use it as such, I do sometimes ask inquiries to which this thing would reply, and perhaps, in most cases, act as the Devil's Advocate. It's not really something I turn to however, I don't call to it, and I don't ask for it to appear to me. And as
As I look out onto the world, I tend to see my views of people seem to be confused. Perhaps it's my social anxiety that could be a factor in my skewed outlook on the world. The things I see, of people, my view on their ideas, and their actions based on the ideas just seem alien to me. It may be difficult for me to explain, to properly articulate my thoughts... But like when I see those who live for shopping... or just those who live for one thing, their passion, their complete grasp of this one thing. Like they've got nothing on their mind but that. I guess their focused... but I guess I cannot live like that. I need more, or I need les
Month 29
Day 53
The stench of the forsaken swamp has gotten me nauseous and unable to focus.... unable to identify the difference between the real and unreal. My mind wonders... returning to recent days traveling through this place. To the words that old hag said to me as I was fending off the last of the devilish horde the lands nourish.
"Loose earth is not a burial. The Bones of your allies grant you wisdom. Murder of the living is tragic, but murder of the idea is unforgivable. The Bones of your enemies grant you strength. No matter how large or small, only the most ravenous soul feeds on the life of the weak."
At the time my mind mist
This is a simple question, and yet I cannot find the proper answer within. Perhaps I should just give it a try, just to figure out whether or not I am up to it.
I am thinking of putting more digital and taken art up. But lately, with the absence of caffeinated beverages(aka, Soda, Pop, Cola, etc it has been difficult for me to cope with the shift in energy.