Musings of a Being

What is it that keeps me alive?  Why am i torn between the two?  Why can’t I have that one n half. Why either one or two?  Why does my soul feel infiltrated?  Why can’t I own it? Why is it that I have to control what needs to get out? Social characteristic?  What shapes the society? The lies that are based on more lies?  Why does it have to be the existence and not the dead soul?  Why does it have always be after and not before? Why the latter and not the first?  Why does it have to be treatment and not cure? Why repent that is aware?  Why am I a living soul with a body and not a dead body with a living soul or not a ghost with a living present?  Why living people around me and not souls and why just a passing not a stance?  Why am here and not there? Why not under the ground or over the skies than be just the one stuck in between?  Why not the one and half but are the one or two? Why not?  Why can’t I burn d...

so, these are not profound thoughts that look deep into yourself introspecting the inner thoughts n all. i am high and am gonna type out what flows into my head now. what's in my mind right now is the thought of a post i read on Facebook. it went something like this - "the generation born between 1985-1995 are the ones whom the earlier generation feared would make a change in the system and hence were, with great amount of planning, exposed to non productive materials like television and the contents of the media and all that crap so that this generation would laze down and 'They' could continue doing what they did." now these were not the exact words, but i see truth. a bigger picture is scary when u think of this generation all around the globe lazing down and not knowing the truth or facts of the mattes around the world. being exposed to planned and manipulated contents that a handful of people want them to watch. i had recently learned about the many media...

I am not a work person. i hate to work. i sleep 12-14 hours a day. i need that much time. and in 12 hours i don't know how long my brain remains working and how long i sleep in that brain-dead rejuvenating slumber. i don't even wanna dream. it makes my brain work. my brain should not work 'coz am a lazy man. i just wanna live dead. like i don't exist but i live. i wanna have my part of the world to be what it is not. i want greenery, i want landscapes, i want to relax, sit by the beach and not work. i don't want money. i wanna be in debt. in debt to the world forever  for it is nature that created me and it's gonna take me back. i don't wanna make a change. i don't wanna disturb what happens over time. time is a relative concept. i don't know why the concept of having 24 hours a day is appreciated. why 24? 1x2x3x4=24 aint it? yeah Babylonian history and Greek science ...