You know, when the old men made that declaration up, they must have tried to make that phrase as simple as possible knowing that in reality, it’s not that simple.
Everyone is entitled to a life, right? But nowadays, does that include fetuses too? How about the old that would rather sign a DNR (do not resuscitate) form when admitted to the hospital? How about children of poverty, children of third world countries, children of diseases? Does the phrase apply only to Americans? Does the phrase apply only to those who “deserve” it?
What about liberty? To have liberty is basically to have freedom and again, that comes with so many strings attached. What are our freedoms? Even The Bill of Rights has its limits which for the most part, aren’t really as free as you may think they are. I don’t even want to go into the details of The Bill of Rights right now either, but you get the point. Our liberties aren’t really as free as we thought they were.
Lastly, there’s that pursuit of happiness. That stupid pursuit has so much crap in the way, with many obstacles stemming from the life and liberty issues. What does it really mean to be on that pursuit? Is it trying to say that because we are human, we are insatiable and will never be happy? Or is it saying that we may have the right to a pursuit, but whether or not we can even reach a reasonable goal in that pursuit is questionable.
I don’t really know if it all makes sense, but I’m just sitting here thinking that these three things are supposed to be our rights, our inalienable rights, yet they don’t really seem too much like the, do they? Or maybe it’s just me.
New layout! Contact me if there are bugs. Thank you.
So I finally, finally have a new layout. Thank you to Philippe Sainte-Laudy for allowing me to use this magnificent photo.
I’m going to go through all of my posts and finally put them into categories. Damn it. That’s about a year and half’s worth of posts that I need to go through. But, I want this to be as organized as possible. I think I’ll put tags on all of them too since I have to go through each post anyway.
People always say that love and hate are two very strong emotions, but I think fear could be a very close third. If there wasn’t that saying about how you can overcome your fears and whatnot, then I’d say it would be a tie, but since you can defeat fear, I’ll settle for third.
What I mean is this: how many times have you decided to do something absurd or ridiculous all because of fear? Did you stand on top a toilet when there was a mouse in the bathroom? Run quickly away from a large dog only to trip and fall on your face? Kept a secret from someone for fear of losing that person? There are so many things that we do, things that make no sense, yet at the same time, does.
It’s the fear of what can hurt us that really drives us, at least for a while anyway. In a trivial sense, I have a fear of spiders/bugs because they bite and heights because the higher you are, the more it will hurt to fall. On a deeper scale, I fear hurting those I love because that would confirm my already low sense of self-worth. Right now, I also fear heartbreak, again.
It sounds absurd, yes, but it makes sense to me. I mean, considering how I feel now, if by chance, and I do mean if, I fall for someone possibly farther than I am now, how much more would it hurt? I don’t even want to try and imagine how much more it would be because I’m too afraid. If I’m this affected, this empty, this stick-in-bad-feelings-here for something that I can’t even label as “love,” then what if I get my heartbroken by someone I love? How much worse can it feel?
So, it’s not so crazy, is it? All I want is to be alone for a very long time. I can’t say forever because I don’t know what forever’s going to look like, but I can at least say that for the next few years maybe, I don’t really want to get involved with anyone anymore. I don’t want to get attached because if I get attached, I will only get hurt when that person leaves, so it would be easier to not be attached. If by chance I notice that I am, then I will find a way to stop it. I just don’t need the stress, I don’t need the pain and I don’t need nor want to deal with my broken heart again.
Is that so much to ask for?
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