For Me, Myself And I

So guess what? It is a well know fact that crazy people talk to themselves. In other words, when you start talking to yourself, you are universally diagnosed by the society as a crazy and insane little fuck that needs to be destroyed. So what about if you write to an audience that is absent? Isn't that the same as talking to an audience that is absent; talking to yourself? I think it is. I also think, fuck the society. Fuck the universal facts and the humanity.

Appreciation? It's a fucking plantation and the foundation of my frustration!

Subconsciouly, today I asked myself: 'Creating or recreating? Which one is harder?'
Creating: Starting something from nothing. Producing the nonexistent. It's pretty fucking hard if you think about it.
Recreating: Normally, if faced with this choice most people would choose this option. This is because automatically we are pushed to think that once something has been created, recreating that same thing should be easier. However, the truth is far from the first instinct.

Once something has been created and then taken away, recreating that thing is something of an impossible mission. Once you have tasted the sweetness; seen the magic and felt the indescribable, you will never be satisfied with the recreation of lost possession. And even if the new and recreated version is the exact match to the original, it will never be the same. The light will never be as bright; the taste will never be as sweet and it will never be as beautiful as the first time round.

It is just another one of those laws that cannot be changed. And while there is no book of laws to teach you in advance, you shouldn't be surprised or sad when life finishes its lesson. After all, we can't learn through other peoples mistakes. And the best teacher you will ever get is life.