Wowzers.

It's been awhile.

"Life is but an empty dream."
What, then, does life consist of, and what is its goal? Is it glory or success? To be loved and to love? If the essence of life is bound by such definitions then what, I ask, do we do with it? A reoccurring question of 'what?', followed by a resounding 'why?'. But, why even ask 'why?', for the unexamined life is a life of profound goodness as they say, an ultimate state of bliss.

Response: Life, to me, does feel like a dream. Of course it's reality, but a reality constructed based on the way I view the world and the way the world views me. I don't necessarily know how I am viewed, or how I view the world for that matter, but it's simply that.

--"What true in our minds IS true.. Whether some people know it or not." -WDMC

--"Thought is real, physical is the illusion." -WDMC

"Content vs. Indifference"
To be content is to be satisfied. To be indifferent is to not really care whether satisfaction is achieved. The content person is happy with his life, while the indifferent person is not happy, nor sad about the way his life is; It just is how it is. That could almost be what the content person would say. But, the content person sees his life, accepts it, and continues on, not necessarily trying to improve or reduce his way of life. Could they be the same? To be content is to be indifferent and to be indifferent is to be content?

Response: I'm walking the line between content and indifference, hopping from one side to the other from time to time. I find myself to be content with who I am, and indifferent with who I'm becoming. The problem is the past I so frequently tend to dwell on. Sometimes it scares me to be me.

Honestly, I just think I'm bored. I have no hobby or task to focus on to keep me occupied, and school does not count. I need something that lasts, something that provides a refuge of relaxation. Something that rejuvenates me and gives my time on this earth a reason to be used.