When you're well again
There's nothing that needs to be said.
But I'll still be posting this emo rant that uses black holes as a metaphor. Because black holes are really cool. And because space was the 'next' frontier that got passed over way too quickly.
Kader if you ever want to do a comic together, I think I have some uber ideas.
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In each person's heart, there is a hole. There is a black hole in the part of his heart that he does not tend to, the part that he avoids. We never really know exactly when it comes to take up a space in our hearts, but big or small, it's there. Look away long enough, and it starts to grow, pulling bits and pieces of your confidence and sanity into it with an inescapable gravitational force.
Every tangible thing inside you starts to get sucked into that black hole, making you feel emptier and emptier each day. And inside you, there's silence and a threatening disquiet. But this silence has a voice. It speaks. It asks you questions. It asks you if people are talking behind your back, if they're slowly excluding you from everything they do, if they can even be trusted at all. It asks you if your girlfriend really loves you or not, if there is really such a thing as love, if it's worth it even if it does exist. It asks you what life is, and if it is worth living.
The list grows longer. If you start to voice those questions out loud, if you start to give a voice to those questions... The best case scenario is that somebody with an enormous capacity for love will somehow fill that void for you, for a while at least. The worst case scenario is that you won't have that person, and questions will be met with more questions.
At the end, there'll be nothing left but a vacuum with a hyper-dense ball of paranoia and anxiety in the center.
Science does not know much about how to deal with black holes, but those who've lived with them for a long time do know a little. They know not to answer the questions that the silence poses, because the questions will never stop. They know that sometimes, the love of others isn't enough, because a black hole can suck in anything.
They know that dealing with it means seeing. Seeing that beyond all the haunting echoes of doubt and questioning in that seemingly endless void, there is something at the center, something real and tangible.
That tangible thing is, oddly enough, a question. A real question. And maybe the question is different for each person. But for me, it's always been the same question... ... And my answer to it is yes. Or at least, it will be.
But I'll still be posting this emo rant that uses black holes as a metaphor. Because black holes are really cool. And because space was the 'next' frontier that got passed over way too quickly.
Kader if you ever want to do a comic together, I think I have some uber ideas.
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In each person's heart, there is a hole. There is a black hole in the part of his heart that he does not tend to, the part that he avoids. We never really know exactly when it comes to take up a space in our hearts, but big or small, it's there. Look away long enough, and it starts to grow, pulling bits and pieces of your confidence and sanity into it with an inescapable gravitational force.
Every tangible thing inside you starts to get sucked into that black hole, making you feel emptier and emptier each day. And inside you, there's silence and a threatening disquiet. But this silence has a voice. It speaks. It asks you questions. It asks you if people are talking behind your back, if they're slowly excluding you from everything they do, if they can even be trusted at all. It asks you if your girlfriend really loves you or not, if there is really such a thing as love, if it's worth it even if it does exist. It asks you what life is, and if it is worth living.
The list grows longer. If you start to voice those questions out loud, if you start to give a voice to those questions... The best case scenario is that somebody with an enormous capacity for love will somehow fill that void for you, for a while at least. The worst case scenario is that you won't have that person, and questions will be met with more questions.
At the end, there'll be nothing left but a vacuum with a hyper-dense ball of paranoia and anxiety in the center.
Science does not know much about how to deal with black holes, but those who've lived with them for a long time do know a little. They know not to answer the questions that the silence poses, because the questions will never stop. They know that sometimes, the love of others isn't enough, because a black hole can suck in anything.
They know that dealing with it means seeing. Seeing that beyond all the haunting echoes of doubt and questioning in that seemingly endless void, there is something at the center, something real and tangible.
That tangible thing is, oddly enough, a question. A real question. And maybe the question is different for each person. But for me, it's always been the same question... ... And my answer to it is yes. Or at least, it will be.
posted by moet at 4:32 AM
1 Comments:
Some scientists have a notion that blackholes can be used as a source of power. I say apart from the fact that it has the potential to suck the entire world into it and kill us all, it's probably a good idea.
There is an inbetween, where you figure out what makes you happy. Where you figure out that striving to keep away from the void is hardly the way to live. But rather to ignite new Stars in your own life.
Just keep moving. Btw, check out the trailer for "Up in the Air"(The George Clooney one, not "Up" the animation).
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