This is where I died

It only takes a moment to remember, but a lifetime to forget. The age of innocence is lost the day that you realize that all the beauty and hope in the world can be taken away by the very people that taught you it existed in the first place. I suppose for most it may happen right around puberty. The world we live in is only as real as we believe ourselves to be. Once one understands the dualistic nature of the world the possibility of being irrevocably happy is poised with utter tumourulousness. The word happy is a verb, it is a state of being which further implies that it is subjective. So much to the point that one may never fully understand how great it may be, and only know of it as an expression depicting a higher level of depression. No one will ever truly be able to understand another. The barrier of language prevents it. It makes use of vestigial words that we conjure to explain emotions that we ourselves do not fully understand.

The world is not black and white instead the colors swirl to create a paradigm of life and existence. Light in darkness, darkness in light. To die is not a tragedy, the tragedy is refusing to be reborn. There exist people everywhere that would rather kill themselves than to experience life, or worse...to have no imagination. People sleep, people live, people die, people fuck, people are sad, people know compassion, people embrace hatred. We Know that those who are capable of any absolution are able to convey both extremes. We are all simply learning children to the very end of this existence.

I will welcome death when I have experienced all I can in this life. But not today.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? If someone dies and no one knows him, will it affect anyone?

"One can only consider themselves knowing when they embrace that they truly know nothing" -Socrates