Here's my current rhetoric, my mantra, my statement to the world outside:
Everything is only a mirror.
Everyone you think you love, you only feel that way towards because of how it makes you feel about yourself.
Everyone that you think can't live without you, if you were gone tomorrow, would get over it. If they didn't, it wouldn't be because of you, but rather something about themselves that they refused to compromise on.
Everyone that you pass by, in the street or just in your life in general, has a limit on this timeline. Their going to die, and you're never going to see them again.
Your body is falling apart, cell by cell. Everything around you is made up of the decayed peices of everyone that has come before you. Caskets only prolong this process.
There is a percentage of the population that will make an impact that will extend to beyond one hundred years from beyond this very day. That percentage is 5.008%. You are not one of these people. One hundred years from now, nothing you have done will be remembered. One thousand years from now, nothing that anyone did this year will be remembered. A million years from now, nothing that anyone did this decade will be remembered. Your efforts are decaying almost as fast as your bodies.
The realm that Plato valued, of perfect standards and realizations, can only be achieved in a single lifetime. Better to work towards the absolute now. Make this world the absolute, or leave a ripple in a stream, destined to fade out and be washed away with the relentless flow.
Everything is only a mirror.
Everyone you think you love, you only feel that way towards because of how it makes you feel about yourself.
Everyone that you think can't live without you, if you were gone tomorrow, would get over it. If they didn't, it wouldn't be because of you, but rather something about themselves that they refused to compromise on.
Everyone that you pass by, in the street or just in your life in general, has a limit on this timeline. Their going to die, and you're never going to see them again.
Your body is falling apart, cell by cell. Everything around you is made up of the decayed peices of everyone that has come before you. Caskets only prolong this process.
There is a percentage of the population that will make an impact that will extend to beyond one hundred years from beyond this very day. That percentage is 5.008%. You are not one of these people. One hundred years from now, nothing you have done will be remembered. One thousand years from now, nothing that anyone did this year will be remembered. A million years from now, nothing that anyone did this decade will be remembered. Your efforts are decaying almost as fast as your bodies.
The realm that Plato valued, of perfect standards and realizations, can only be achieved in a single lifetime. Better to work towards the absolute now. Make this world the absolute, or leave a ripple in a stream, destined to fade out and be washed away with the relentless flow.