Life... just what is it all about eh?

I'm sat here... listening to my music... trying to conquer mahjong... and thinking. Thinking about my past experiences in life... the things i've been told by some people, the lessons i've learnt, the lessons i've been shown but ignored, the past experiences that has imprinted the mold of me in my mind.

As a window has opened to me to put all what i've learnt and what i've become to the test.

I've been told i frown too much, that i push people away too often. I've become cold, callous, yet on the inside affectionate and warm. I'm immature and vain. All this is who i am.

So what is the purpose of reviewing it all? Why these lessons learnt take value? Why am i wasting my time thinking about them and trying to be a better person myself... if it's not just the wanting that creates me... it's the things i've done that creates me.

Why does none of it all make any sense?

Quote from: wishy on May 25, 2008, 03:06:59 PM
it's the things i've done that creates me.

You've done the things you've done because of who you are and you are who you are because of the things you've done. They feed into each other...

and who said anything about it making sense. There's no reason for it to

My Mom who has dementia told me " Everything that is, isn't"

I think you're thinking way too much Wishy. 

I agree with Nick sissy, you're way too deep for me, dude.