LIFE - MY ANALOGY
Life.
Life: the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.
Life.
It has no true definition though the dictionary may say other wise. Though the dictionary has several different definitions because in all honesty people aren't sure which is true. None of them are, life is what we think it is, not what a book tells us. We all try to figure out it's meaning. We live each day in a similar way as the last.
We repeat.
Sex. Birth. Baby. School. Love. Sex. Birth. Baby. Death.
We repeat ourselves. Everyone in their own way is different, but we are all so the same it's sickening. We think we're so different and we go to extremes to be different, and lose ourselves in this search for individuality that we forget that someone some where has done what we've done. Yes I am writing on life, and yes I know someone else has before me, and yes I do know someone else will after me too. We repeat ourselves.
We believe what we want and what we see, we question what we do not. We find answers for things we want to know, and make up answers for things we do not. We are all liars and beg to tell the truth. We wonder about the things we dream of, but what if our dreams were reality? Would we wonder about what our reality we are in now? We like to discover, but in the end it's the same idea said with a different voice. In the end...we repeat ourselves.
Sex; The addiction. Sex. What gives us life.
Birth; Our first breath into life. Birth. We live our life.
Baby; We grow and age and learn our firsts. Baby. We learn our life.
School; We learn the lies. School. We hate our life.
Love; We meet that someone. Love. We love our life.
Sex; The addiction. Sex. What gives us life.
Birth; Our first breath into life. Birth. We live our life.
Baby; We grow and age and learn our firsts. Baby. We learn our life
Death; We Die. Death. We leave our life with lies.
We Repeat Ourselves.
We all want money. We all want jobs. We all want love. We all want acceptance. We all want happiness. We all want equality. We all want peace. We all want the same things, though we deny it. We are all the same. We are all different. We are all human. We all in some form share the same thoughts. We all have the same feelings. It's how we portray these things that help create who we are. At some point, in someone's life we will be repeated. At some point in some time there will be some one who is very much like you. Who seems like you. Who acts like you. Who is without truly being you. You. When you die whether you are known in this world or not you become history, and history repeats its self. We repeat ourselves.
Everyone will lose something. A friend. A family member. A lover. A companion. A job. A life. Everyone will lose something like this again. Everyone will react the same each time. Though, everyone will soon forget that everyone will gain something through the loss. A friend. A new family member. A lover. A companion. A job. A life. We repeat ourselves.
We are not everyone. We is not you. You are yourself. You are human like everyone else. You make mistakes. You repeat. You are the same. You try to stand out. You beg for attention. You are human. You will repeat yourself.
It’s life.
Life is repetition.
