He misses me.
Never thought I would be able to say that or that I’d ever read it but,
He fucking misses me!
Today I watched life, I sat on a concrete wall and watched people and watched them live their lives.
People rush, rush for meetings, rushing for the train or tram and to make the green light.
People who weren’t rushing had no zest, they walked with their heads low and minimal self esteem.
Sitting and just watching people made me ask why, why do we live the way we do and why the fuck was I sitting there just literary watching people and watching my own life pass by?
What do you do? What do I do?
We are told not to rush and live in chaos , to slow down and breath and then to speed up, do things, experience as much as we can.its a huge bullshit contradiction and every bastard is out to make money. Except Monks. They seem like nice people.
George Carlin’s wife died early in 2008 and George followed her, dying in July 2008. It is ironic George Carlin - comedian of the 70’s and 80’s - could write something so very eloquent and so very appropriate. An observation by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever loved me, if you ever looked at me and and felt overcome by beautiful emotion, if you ever pictured our future, if you thought of me throughout the day, if you looked forward to go to sleep next to me each night, if you melted when I spoke kind words, if you cared deeply and if you ever meant what you said.
Did you ever love me?
A question no girl should never have to ask, yet I just did which gives me the answer I was seeking.
•When I look into your eyes, I see no surprise I always thought it was sad the way we act like strangers.
•Catch my eye, don’t register a smile, you were more than just a friend, oh but the feeling It never came to an end, I can’t bear to see you I always thought it was a shame that we have to play these games It felt like you really knew me, now it feels like you see through me.