The irony of it all. I think I can write but I can't. who knows ?maybe, maybe not. what the heck. It might end up being a shitty blog or it might end up being something really great. It might end up taking me to greater heights or to extreme lows. The irony of it all.So i dont know what i am saying right now.
I dont blog or do all this but what the heck. I'd just try. Those who try never lose. They told me, I could take on the world. They spat Gandhi on my face all the time but I am teling myself, can I do this ?? Maybe I will just be The Average Guy.
Is being Average bad?? Not really?? I can tip the scales because I am Average. I am in the middle. I can be excellent if I want or I can be beyond nonsense. Its up to me.Philosophy is my cave. Aristotle, my pillow, Socrates, my duvet and Plato, my sheets. What the hell right?? The Philosopher King.
That's what I am.Grew up not knowing what I want. 4 more days till the first 18 years of my life are done. I still dont know what I want. " It takes time" they say, but does it really? we fail to understand that time is an illusion. There is so much to do in such little time but looks like we lie to ourselves to make everything easy. SUCK IT UP!!! There isn't much time. People tell me shit all the time.
I do not know what I want. There are so many of you out there who feel the same way or some of you who think you know what you want. Do we know who we are?? Do our names tell us anything about ourselves? Its meant to be a clue, isn't it?? I am the endangered species. There is none left like me on the planet. I am a special breed of a special race. This is the first. More to come.
TAG, I am it.
