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*~Grazie Mizuno and Ghnadra~*
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Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
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Death is such a fascinating thing, I think because it's such an unsolved mystery. In this society, death is usually shunned and if not, then seen as a peaceful ending to whosoever's lifelong struggles through Life. You usually hear one speaking of the deceased as "I know . . . is smiling down on us now. . . : :blah blah blah: :." And everyone feels a tad better.
But who has the right to say whether whosoever is looking up or down on us? I'm pretty sure that they are not really communicating about their whereabouts after death.
And then such questioning brings more thought into how some people wish they were dead, for they feel that the afterlife would be more peaceful than life. I doubt it would be for them, if one were so zealous in pitying themselves and believing so. Such thoughts usually exhibit a lack of foundation in religion, or Christianity or whatsoever. For if one does care greatly about where they are going in afterlife and know what not to do, they would be zealous in making every day count and would add sunshine, not artificial light, to they're days/hours/minutes/seconds of life. There would be no need to mourn anything other than the lack of faith in man, every now and again, Or plot to end it. . .
Which is another thing. We always question Everything. Question people on their sexuality, beliefs, honesty, everything. If someone tells you that your game is cancelled, how many of us would run to the coach and make sure? Don't bring any exceptions or "What if"s or "But"s into it. It's just a simple idea, there is no description to the messenger of the example. And if you have to wonder about the messenger, then you surely are questioner, a petty one at that, for the messenger doesn't matter as much as your answer does. . .
Ah. . .Virtues are also one's nemesis, no matter how many raise virtues to the high heavens, those are the toughest things of life. A very strong faith fuels a person that has virtues, for virtues Never guarantee a "positive" ending.
Lastly, this society is so peculiar with how if one is in the spotlight, it's a positive idea. No matter whether they are in the light for good or bad purposes, it's just Great to be known. But really, I don't feel so. Attention and craving for attention are quite vain and ridiculous at that. You don't need all eyes on you, and when you do, give yourself proper poseur throughout your 15 minutes, yeah? . . . Absence of being wildly known is never a terrible thing. It's actually quite great when no one knows you, a Great heap of stress shan't touch your shoulders and it makes life more interesting because you and others have to interactive, yes that's right, actually have to Do Something, in order to find out about you. I like acquaintances. . .
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