PHILOSOPHICAL STUFF

Bah. Had stuff on my mind. So I write what it be. Thats how I be.

Awrighty, just to tell of what brought these thoughts on, mah buddy up in the NY has just gotten over a serious case of depression. As in, thinking about suicide depressed. He's fine now, but that got me thunkin' on the subject o life. What's the point of it? I know that question has been asked many a time in man's history and will be asked many a more times in man's history, but now I'm weaving my stitch in this unanswered question. In the end, we all die, there's no escaping that. And really, I'd rather die young (not as in now, but like 40 or 50) than grow up to like 90 and be a frail ol' man with my lung machine and my hearing aid. What's the big deal about dying. It's just eternal naptime, which doesn't sound too bad. Or we could go to Heaven and chill with God and dead people like Elvis for all eternity. Or we could go to Hell and muck around in pigshit. But that's only if you believe in it.

Then again, on the flipside, there's so much to live for! So much to live! So much to see! So much to accomplish in this split second of time we call life. I've only been along the East Coast of the US, the Carribean, and England. In my entire 16 years of living. What about the other worlds I havent been too? I haven't seen the savannahs of Africa. I haven't seen the peaks of the Andes. I havent been pushed and shoved around in an Indian marketplace. I havent lived in Lindberg. Haven't rocked in Rio de Janerio. Haven't touched the soil in Timbuktu. Haven't breathed in the essence of Beijing. After I've been around the world and back, met all the people there, experienced their joy, their pain, their happiness and their anguish, then I will have truly lived.

Until then, I gotta be pushing to do that.

From a band in Boston, a murder in Madrid,
to going from the moon to Mars,
I'll get by the pain, I'll live my life,
Cuz I gotta go reach for the stars.

Vive.

~mEh~  ¶ 8:40:00 PM