Chaos

Have you ever just sat and watched someone? Have you ever observed a body of people? There is absolutely no difference. Inside that group of chaotic people are individuals who are running like clockwork. It is crazy how much entropy is festering around us. How does it all come together so smoothly? If everyone is doing their own thing, how can they interweave for form such an orderly environment? It plagues me to know the intricacies of what make these people who they are. I want to know what they have in store and where they are going. I want to feel as they feel and see as they perceive just to make a comparison. This organized chaos of sorts is my current enigma. I don't care if I break this code.

For those who have not noticed this strange phenomenon, you are a part of it; so deeply entangled in it for it seems so obvious to see. I ask you just once to look and see and observe the big picture, that in which you have unwillingly become a part of.

Creativity

I've been thinking a lot. It's quite a rarity nowadays, which sickens me because it seems that everyone simply goes with the flow rather than stagger down their own path. It's righteous to obey what is asked of you, but naive not to explore for yourself. Think big. Ignore the norm. Dream in sounds and colors. Those who tell you otherwise are far from the creativity that lurks in lucid places. I seek refuge in the calm sanctity of my thoughts; thoughts that are mine and will remain exclusively mine. Someone I once knew asked to share my thoughts and feelings with them. How can such a task be accomplished? The scale would be grandiose and despite that, I would much rather save them from the raw, diamonds in the rough if I may say so myself, thoughts that I cherish. For originality can not be purchased or even bartered for. For when it is struck, it is struck blindly and in its most pure from, unlike anything else in the world.

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It is clear to me that we don't care what other people have to say. No matter how important it is, there is always some sort of self indulgent task that the other person must complete that very instant. How can one expect to be heard in such a oblivious, negligent world when all we do is dismiss notions as nonexistent or pertaining to one's self? If you have a problem, and you take the time to explain the situation to someone, shouldn't they at least pretend to listen rather than think that it's not their issue? It just seems that with so many people with so many problems, others would be compassionate enough to listen.

Now if this doesn't strike you right away, think of this: If you go up to a person to ask an opinion of some thing and they don't agree with you, do you take their suggestion into consideration or do you simply remain biased to your own idea? That question can go unanswered. Now why in the first place would you take, or even waste the time of the other person if you knew that you were going to remain steadfast to your opinion? Despite it being reassuring to hear someone agree with you, it is a complete waste to do so. I'm not saying that I haven't done this; I'm just looking for some open-minded people to surround myself with.