Embers

Listless. Mountains of things I should do but I'd rather waste my way to oblivion. Trying to find something to spark the fire within me, to urge that drive. To want to strive. Complacent is a drug. I need to struggle. After all isn't it why God put us here? To struggle against temptation, greed, and other qualities we imperfect humans are born with? Yet now I feel as though sleep is more entertaining to my soul. Perchance to dream. Is there really a difference between the travels we do in our wake and our slumber? Why are we so sure that this is the one? Ego. It would kill us would it not if we are figments of an active dreamer's imagination. But I would love that. To know absolute. No consequences.

There is too much talk nowadays. Peace is just an idealist hope that would never come true. But all this talk is just noise. Nobody is making a lot of sense. There is no convictions in their prose and their words. It is merely fanciful. We should listen more.

I believe for Good to exist there must be its counterpart, the infamous Evil. Then there is balance in the world. I hesitate to mention Universe as I am not convinced that there are indeed other life forms out there. Living, thinking life forms. Lately however I feel as though the balance has shifted so much in favour of Evil. Pure, unexplained and bold evil. You'd think we could end starvation by now, end any wars and end poverty. Yet we remain indifferent. I am not blaming you, I dont do enough on my own. I should but why is it even when I am saying this my mind automatically offers up an excuse? Cowardly.

As usual, my entries are unconnected threads in the fabric of life. I should give this more thought before spouting out my nonsense. But I prefer looking out the window and watching life pass me by.