habit

all life really is is a set pattern of habits, you wake up everyday, go throught the pointless sharad we call life, maybe some good shit happens, maybe some bad shit happens, then you go to sleep. just to get up and do that shit all over again.

i was taught when i was younger that if you repeatedly did something it became habit, which became life. so how do new things fit into that? if its new it was never habit right? so here we go with another pointless debate. i think we were all born to be adaptive. to accept change when nessasary or present. but then there are some who refuse and proclaim they cant adapt. to that i say bullshit. if you cant adapt u never evolved from a single cell organism.

life is full of unexpected different versions of the same reality. i like to beleive that life is maped out, but it is not set in stone, that there is room for change and for horizons to be broadened,that theres more to the sky than the sun and stars. that there is an infinite amount of knowledged to comsume and gaine from a single blade of grass. that there is some artistry or design to life. something to give it meaning. or just something to make it not so pointless.

there are a few miracles that i have personally witness, so i do beleive somebody is out there watching out for us, but as to why they dont take the pain away completly, to that i have no answer.to that no one has an answer. there is somethins spiritual and surreal out there.

lets see, have you ever spent the night sleeping under the stars, hidden int he woods, because you were tired of the same old pointless antics and banter? and you awoke, to see the world all gray, a phantom of its normal self. with the fog blanketing the ground, if you havent its like awaking in a fairytale, and that i beleive is the best way to imagine. the fireflies like fairys, the wind like voices in the tree. the coyotes like the mad chase from the painting the hunt.

ha to be honest  i forget the point of why im writing this.

– shatteredglass