Repost from previous blogs:

Go to a mental institution, go to the ward
for those who are seriously disturbed, and you'll see people who just sit and rock back and
forth all day, staring off into space, or screaming at nonexistant terrors. God has given
them more than they could handle, and now they're totally broken.


they're not broken. they're finally at peace. maybe it's even better than heaven. you get to live in your own world now. if heaven was just life on earth minus the "evil". maybe a mental institution would be way more tranquil... wont it?

it would wouldnt it.

i dont know god. what is heaven like? is it a safe haven where we can go to after it all ends. like an endless summer break after the exams?

is it a place to let us continue living our lives when when all the sand has finished flowing in this side of the earth? is it like us turning the hourglass over so that it can now flow the other way back?

endless sounds scary. why?

is suicide or mental disorders something weak willed people turn to when they cant face up to reality and the responsibilities and consequences that comes along with it?

or are they the few people who have finally gotten the peace they're always wanted.

should i be worrying about this? is this being philosophical? probably not though. i mean philosophers come up with a question and then they answer it ya? i dont. i wonder if i'll ever.

i only ask them. sometimes . well not sometimes. i just want the answer.

why cant i just be like other people who obsess over their idols and stuff like who's screwing who.

maybe ignorance WAS bliss. i wonder what's it really like to be like charlie...

i wonder...

i might even like it...

would i?

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