Meaning of life.
If science, which is supposed to be logic struggles to find an answer to this question, then the spiritual answer must be at least a million times more complicated.
I’m just over 18, and should have plenty of years to find an answer to this question myself. But, if I was to answer now, I would have to say that there’s no definitive answer. Each and everyone of us is a universe, a universe that interconnects with every single universe in existence. That is, that we’re all connected. We all work together.
Imagine things to be like this: a single cell is composed by many, many organelles. Imagine that the whole world, the whole universe, if you will, is cell. We’re all organelles in this huge, infinite cell. Our situations are all different; economically, personally, feeling wise, thoughts-wise, and so on. We will never be the same. We will never feel the same. We won’t even think the same. Yet, despite all of these differences, we’re a whole.
I hope I find someone who thinks the same as I do…
Everything must follow its course.
turn off your mind, relax and float downstream
I hate resting my head with an unsettled mind. I think too much for my own good.
|—Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)|
it’s getting pretty shit feeling lonely 24/7
Please, please, come back…
the animal that should have been
What I’d love.
Getting lost for a day or two in the mountains. Nothing but your mind to wander around with you.
A moment in time.
Although everything in my life is running pretty well, I’m feeling rather blue.
It’s been around a month since I began med school, and my first exam is due this Saturday. So far, so good. And I am happy. Very happy.
Yet, it doesn’t really seem to matter how happy I am, I just don’t seem to be content.
I have made awesome friends at college, and I am having the time of my life. It’s really tiresome, but it’s what I like.
I haven’t smoked weed for about a month as a half. Yes, I broke my break but the urges have left me. I don’t want to get high anymore, it’s just not worth it. And I can’t remember the last time I dropped Acid, that’s kind of good, I guess.
But it doesn’t really seem to matter, I always end up staying up in the middle of the night wondering who am I. I was once sure of that question, but I’m not anymore. I’m pretty sure i can’t be the only person who feels this way, but I am also guessing that not much people like talking about it.
Recently I’ve been asking the universe for a gift. I don’t know what, I just ask it for a gift. Hopefully I’ll get it soon enough, and hopefully it will soothe my mind and ease y soul
I have been thinking about how my life would be right now of I hadn’t lost sight of the after mentioned question’s answer. Who knows.
Meh, meh. Meh. A “meh” kind of mood
Shine on you crazy Syd
Chunk takes his education very seriously
His name is Chunk omg
How I feel at medschool everyday.
I just want
Someone with whom I can stay up all night talking about nonsense.
Someone who will tickle me and call me an idiot with love and care.
Someone who makes me feel alive every second, every minute.
Someone who sees me at my worst and doesn’t stop loving me
Someone who can look deep into my eyes and into my soul.
Someone who can make the voices in my head shut up and stop putting all this terrible ideas inside of me.
Someone who makes me…feel.