I am only but a human upon this place called Earth. I have feelings, but what of they to feel if they are lost? For such a thing called time to be so decisive yet indecisive,it not only controls that of a human heartbeat but also as long as it may last. For some of us to cowar this thing called time is based upon the single fear of death itself. A fear that births its seedling into the depths of our mind waiting to grow and finally become that of a phobia. Then again we are but simple humans. Is that not what we are made for? To Question life and its exsistance? To challange that of one another to find its most vital meaning? Not even I could understand something so intricate as that. We've all questioned it at one point or another,the all mighty life force that keeps us alive or makes us age. The strenuous and capricious timeline in which we all must live and die to understand even the diminutive knowledge of what life holds before us.
sometimes the thought of it saddens me, To know that we've only contained that of which we've wanted to learn and nothing farther or deeper upon that. This world in which we live in, is inevitably larger than our mind compacity could withstand so therefore we limit ourselves only that to which we think we are capable of ,but what we have failed to realize is that we are as intricate as we allow ourselves to be. so for such a feeling to be lost is no longer for i have found it once more. It is the feeling to question. For I am The Ponderer.
sometimes the thought of it saddens me, To know that we've only contained that of which we've wanted to learn and nothing farther or deeper upon that. This world in which we live in, is inevitably larger than our mind compacity could withstand so therefore we limit ourselves only that to which we think we are capable of ,but what we have failed to realize is that we are as intricate as we allow ourselves to be. so for such a feeling to be lost is no longer for i have found it once more. It is the feeling to question. For I am The Ponderer.
