Why Ignorance is Bliss

People say, all things happen for a reason.

I personally think there are only 2 problems:

1) Most of us won't ever figure out the reason of why things happen. Heck even if we did, I doubt there is much we would be able to do about it, prevent it or at the very least make us feel any better at all. Contrary, we may just feel worse than before.

2) The thing is hindsight. Even if we did figure out what went wrong, it is all over anyways. Hence, its back to my first point, that it helps nothing at all that we figured.

My conclusion?

Even if all things happen for a reason, ignorance is definitely bliss.

Perspectives

I am the child,
Looking at the world with wonder,
Watching all it captivates me,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the dreamer,
Reality holds me no sway,
The night my constant companion,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the single mother,
Each day I live with scorn,
I fight to build all that shattered,
My dreams my imaginaton.

I am the superpower,
The world my playing ground,
My wild ambition and hunting ground,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the forsaken vagrant,
My home the streets and stones,
I struggle each day and get none,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the forlorn lover,
Wating each day for love,
I live on that sliver of hope,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the victim of war,
My daily life broken in pain,
I linger on the sorrow of loss,
My dreams my imagnation.

I am the crippled lame,
Body scarred in permanent guise,
Each day I live by courage alone,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the mental imapaired,
All things are just so simple,
Kind love sustains me each day,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the automaton,
I just do as I am told,
My brain is washed and emotions devoid,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the drug induced,
Each day has really no meaning,
My reality in bottles and angeldust,
My dreams my imagination.

I am the simple writer,
My life in words and prose,
I live each day musing and inspired,
My dreams my imagination.

Defeated By You

Standing still trying to move on
Your photograph's faded in my mind
Sometimes we try and we don't succeed

I try again
We try in vain
Many times I fight to run
Still defeated by you.

Sitting still and watching it rain
Your distant voice over the line
I tried and still I cry again

To wash the pain
I tried in vain
Many times I bleed to live
Still defeated by you.

I try to swim your river
And drown in your caress
You tried and you feel my pain

Each time and again,
The many times in vain,
Too many times I go beneath
Still defeated by you

Yet again.

Proseac: Some sketch lyrics to a song I wrote.

Intrinsic Masochism

Just a short one for today.

I find human beings intrinsicly masochistic. We just have to find some way to hurt ourselves in one way or another.
How many times have we jumped head-first into relationships that hurt even when we know not to?
How many times have we prod and peeled at a scab even though we know it isn't healed?
How many times have we wasted ourselves just to feel like shite the next day?

I am pretty sure we have many wonderful and imaginative ways to self-destruct. As the saying goes, no one can hurt us more than ourselves.

And so we go on doing so.