ceallach13

The eye of a hurricane is the best place to be. Surrounded....yet untouched by all the chaos. The kind of calm that Buddhist monks dedicate lifetimes for. Some of us are searching for that kind of calm. The search goes on. We get irritated or jealous when others seem to find that place. It comes so easy to them. Everything comes easy to them. But theirs is a lie. It's not genuine. But the rest of us struggle....the struggle goes on. Looked down upon for our methods or techniques. United by a common defiance. We will not be snuffed out.

Is it better to live a lie....or to die clinging to the truth?

I'm not for sure. It's late....I'm high....slightly buzzed....pushed through the first assault of exhaustion. Sleep seems useless. At least the night is quiet. Maybe this is the kind of calm that those kind of people search for.....