Love: Where you'd see them torn limb from limb as you would the rest of this God forsaken populous, but choose not to because you care about them and they make your insides all gooey.
Thought about that one circa 3am in the morning after being awake for an hour and a half. My family was rolling, coughing, crying and moaning away but a part of me believes I was the one who really discontinued my sleep when I decided to remain awake. Anyway It's interesting to think about love in that way, or at least I found myself thinking about love and then stumbled on this perspective that make me hmm for a little bit in thought.
I say this because it resonates with me a little bit, and it feels true. The reality perhaps is that the people you love are no different to the people you hate or feel indifferent to. Left it for any other reason that you met in separate circumstances and you'd think about how you can gain from them or how to avoid being taken advantage of. In my case its slightly different, I'd think about either the shortest way to terminate their suffering, or longest depending on how I'm feeling.
With that being said there's an element of sweetness behind that whole notion, of loving someone despite them being a putrid human being like the rest of the world.
It's coming up to five and at the very least I can say that I've kept to my word and gotten out of bed early. Now I'm gonna try and stay ahead by pressing forward with the basic elements of my routine and see if I can make this day a productive one.
Okay so I managed to be somewhat productive and finished my freestyle (Only took forever and a day to be honest) and now it's just a question of rehearsing the holy hell out of it until I can perform it flawlessly with all the bells and whistles of my vocal tonality. Purpose comes to mind when I think about what I'm typing in today's reflections and honestly I keep returning to the point of I'm not sure.
Everybody here (On this planet) feels as though there's something we're trying to discover or figure out in ourselves. For me, after a massive boat load I've been through I keep coming back to the bland basic needs to survive and looking at things in such a way can be problematic because it really does take the "Zing" or the fun out of being alive.
I could expand on this for ages but this is all that I have for today so I'll make a note on it and hopefully make a post worthy of your eyes in the near future.
Made Eze
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