Kids, what do you think about....

Well, I want to know what you think about your life. Just anything about it, I suppose. Tell me something.



Oh, and I want to know something else.

You see, I have this amazing amount of faith in life. I just... trust it. You know, I do feel like things work themselves out. However this happens I don't think is really mine to know. It shouldn't concern me anyways. The important thing is that the universe will take care of itself. Always. And sometimes, it's hard to see how the pieces fit together until afterwards. But I don't worry about big things... because I trust life. The universe will take care of me, I believe that.

So, what I want to know...

Have I made sense?

Have you ever felt that way?

 

I don't often think about life. I know that mine doesn't matter, and I can accept that.

 

Sure it matters. It should matter to you.

And seeing as how it's your life, your opinion is the only one that really counts.

 

Well if I die, the universal balance will remain completely in tact. I exist... but the universe doesn't care.

 

I care.

 

But you're not the universe.

 

But Katie is the universe.

My life...has been wonderful. But recently I've had a sudden urge to just drop everything and leave. 'Run away into the sunset and never look back' urges.

 

I have a lot of urges like that... but of course everyone always says that "you can't do that!" Pfft...

 

Try it once.

 

Sure you can. I could, if I had money/a license/any common sense whatsoever.
I'm hoping to obtain those very soon.

 

The money and common sense aren't all that easy to come by. (At least for me...)

 

We should run off into the sunset and never look back, then.

 

I don't want to associate my life with any grandiose meaning. Even if I single-handedly achieve world peace or find enlightenment under some modern bodhi tree, it wouldn’t matter. Nothing is permanent, not even the human race, and even if we somehow ward off exploding volcanos and nuclear weaponry and the sun, eventually we’ll all stop existing. And with us we’ll bring the concept of peace and war and enlightenment and samsara and concepts and philosophy and nothingness and existence and time... so there I am. I’m not even nonexistent because there’s no one there to think of existence. And since time is such an impermanent human concept, I’m already neither existing nor not existing. But obviously I exist because here I am typing on this keyboard. So I suppose I do have some sort of grandiose meaning- because I sustain my universe just by being. But if I died right now it would also be okay. The universe doesn’t want to fulfill my particular petty wants. I mean, the universe and consciousness and everything don’t even exist. And because of that they do exist. So in the long run they both do and don’t. And also “exist” far beyond the concepts of existing and nonexisting and concepts and words and philosophies and Nietzsche’s mind and Gautama’s mind and your and my mind. Stupid sparse language...

Yes, the universe certainly doesn’t give a damn about my existent/non-existent/both/neither/somethingcompletelydifferent ass. Babble babble babble.

 

But we both lack funds and common sense...

 

Damn.
I'm getting a job at the pet shop.
And you could take a common sense class at the Red Cross or something...

 

At the Red Cross? Plus, I have no sense of direction... I would surely get us lost.

 

They have classes for everything there.
Well, the whole point of running away is that you don't exactly know where you're going.

And there goes my last shred of common sense.

 

For masturbation? I don't think so...

I suppose you're right... but you WILL need to know where you're going at some point.

Don't worry, I lost my last shred a long time... and just look at me!

 

Oh you'd be suprised.

Aww. Common sense is for losers, anyway.

 

Then that's just kind of scary... (I'm going to take that class! )

Agreed. Only a loser would know things that actually matter. :H