Monday, August 2, 2010

Irrationality



Here we go again, I'm falling for you alll over again when I know I shouldn't be. But I can't let anyone else have you, you are mine. You are a part of me, in a sense. "Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?" Inception is a mind twisting movie that has recently become an obsession of thought. This movie can be interpreted millions of ways, but this part has occupied my mind lately. For those who haven't seen the movie, Mal is Cobb's wife. She died because her belief of another world, and the belief that the world she was living in is not real. So she resorted to killing herself, believing she thought she would now live in another world. Cobb then resorts to living his reality in his dreams. He continuously travels back into his memories with her to somehow recreate her and pretend she still exists. He will do anything to be with her. As crazy as it seems, I can completely understand where he is coming from. When you find love, it is irreplaceable. No matter how irrational it seems, you would put nothing before it. Not even reality itself. Even if you had to live in a dream with a self-created version of your other half, then you would do so. Fortunately, he finally realizes that he is destroying his life, that he can't do that anymore, and that he has to live in the reality that has happened. "I miss you more than I can bear, but we had our time together. I have to let you go." Love can make you or it can break you. Love is so powerful that you will do anything and everything to be with that one person, your soul mate. Following your head, not your heart, will get you further in life. Everyone knows this, but is it really worth it in the end?

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Finding myself.


Every day that passes, I am further defining myself and who the world perceives me as. Not just who the world perceives me as, but who I see myself as. I, to this day, do not know who I am. I don't know who I want to be or what I want to do with life. I can put on a smile and come off as someone who has everything figured out, but nobody knows how much of a maze my mind truly is. Nobody can truly figure me out, not even myself. You know how most people say that there are "cliques" that everyone fits into, well if that's true then I am part of every clique out there. Judge me if you want, but I could give a shit less. I have learned not to give one fuck what anyone thinks because nobody truly knows. Honestly, you never truly know about anyone. You can take one look at a person and come up with all kinds of notions about them, when in reality, they could be someone completely different, maybe even someone like you. I guess that's just part of life, finding yourself. Maybe you find out mid life, or at the end of your human life, or maybe you never truly find out. We'll alll just have to wait and see.