To be Happy or Free

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 15, 2007

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Submitted: December 15, 2007



Something is out there. I know it. Or I hope that I know it. Something. Perhaps there will be two of us. Of me. I don't think I've had that type of bond before. Not that type of friendship beyond merely being friends. Perhaps it doesn't exist. Who knows why I am writing this. Is it fact or fiction? Perhaps I am a singular being. There only one here. Everything else is a being of my creation. Perhaps there is a god and I am forever damned for such blasphemies of thought-crime. Perhaps there is only nature. Perhaps there are an infinite number of "perhaps"es. Each perhaps is a theory. Is there a point when theory is no longer worthwhile?

Faith is like alcohol. It dulls the senses and the mind. Bt believers, like those in merry intoxication, are happy. Am I sad? Do I really want to be happy and complacent or sad but free? Free of boundries of thought, of belief, of morality, of humanity and society at large. Perhaps all that is important is the mind. It may see things as it sees fit, comprehending and working on them at it's own pace. Perhaps I came to the conclusion before writing this. Perhaps.

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