What do you think about when you are alone, in your room, dorm, apartment, house, rabbit hole? Do you think about what's lying in front of you, or do you think about the things that are lesser thought of? I do, that is, think of the latter. I find reality boring, it's bullshit. We're born to live a life of labor (Well most of us, fuck you paris hilton.), we grow up, we study for tests, to get into the best possible college where we study more only to get the best possible job where we can work 9 - 5, so we can make that 65 grand a year, so we're financially secure enough to marry the best possible significant other we can, and live in the best possible upper middle class home - with those purple shutters of course - get the kids that Dalmatian. Then we die, we fucking die, like we were never there in the first place. Sure your kids and your friends will remember you, but one day...they'll die too. And you'll just be a name on a tomb stone that those neighborhood hooligans try and hit with pebbles as they are cutting through your final resting place to go get a slice of pizza, or maybe there off to go get high. The worst part is that those kids, those stoned kids - that was once you, and the even shittier part after that? They'll one day become you. And it repeats. It's not fair to say life is meaningless, cause its not, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that, start looking around more, open your eyes, cause while the ride to your grave can be one hell of a trip, it's exponentially better if your eyes aren't locked shut. Feel me?
A little experiment:
Next time you're on a bus, walking down the street, in a restaurant, anywhere public, I want you to look for someone, anyone, whether they're sitting in silence, talking obnoxiously into a phone, eating a McDonald's Big Mac, or even stomping out a cigarette, look real hard into them. And I want you to ask your self, "What's running through that person's head right now" Imagine their life, where they're going, where they were, why they are where they are where they are in the first place. because with your eyes shut, they're nobody to you, you'll never seen them again, fuck, in 3 days you'll probably forget you even saw them. But this time it will be different, step into their shoes, because that's what living with your eyes open is all about, take everything in, notice everything around you - the subtle beauty of infrastructure that was so meticulously planned out and so lazily put together by a 9 - 5 drone. You'll soon realize that everyone has their own individually centered lives, they're asleep - they don't even realize you're peering into the privacy of their own presence. The best part about it, is that person would never guess that what you were thinking about is what they were thinking about etc... And if there was ever a moment where you looked at that person and they looked back at you, and both of you and for some reason you were both thinking about what the other was thinking... well that just a mind fuck isn't it?
-TWF
