"do one thing every day that scares you."
why?
why do i have to scare myself?
maybe it's to remind myself that
i am, in fact, alive?
or am i just surviving?
what is life?
life.
life.
think about it.
what is life, really?
are we just spirits inhabiting objects?
and are we controlling our own movement?
what if we inhabited rocks?
would we still move in the way we do?
would we still educate ourselves?
or would we just sit there and exist?
life.
life.
what are we?
what am i?
who am i?
why am i?
why am i writing this?
i have almost 300 views.
i posted this yesterday.
what??
i thought i had an idea
of where this book (?) is going,
but i'll be honest.
i don't.
i'm just writing mindlessly,
letting my fingers go wild on my keyboard.
kind of like life, huh?
where is my life going?
should i pursue a good life,
or just let it run its course?
confusion.
what?
this is life.
life.