disjointed, but nonetheless fruitful

05Nov08

            I am merely a spectator.

 

            Is it possible that Mr. Hyde only existed because of Dr. Jekyll’s own willingness to his existence? Perhaps it was just easier to allow something else to take over. Sometimes, in my life, autopilot kicks in and I’m coasting through each day. I feel like a zombie, and that’s what I am. My body is merely a shell of my former self. My life becomes a spectator sport, because all life is a spectator sport.

            If Dr. Jekyll met Mr. Hyde, would he like him? Would the thrill of meeting such an antithesis to himself overcome his own fear of being torn to pieces? Sometimes, we must be overwhelmed by something so big, so amazing that the consequences are miniscule in comparison to the rewards. We need to stop thinking about being torn to pieces and find out what attracted us here in the first place… our own curiosity of what lies inside our hearts.

            Coasting through the day allows one to see what lies inside of their own heart.

 

I found these in my iMac’s drop box. I had written them a long time ago on a day in which my brother had returned from college. I typed this up on his computer, my thoughts were jumbled, and placed it in my drop box. Today I found it and am very glad I did.

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