Door, Or Window?

They say when god closes a door he opens a window… I wonder, is that saying supposed to make us feel better? Isn’t a door better than a window? When you try to leave a place using a window, u might get hurt, u might break something, it’s a lot easier to use the door, maybe you’ll say that there is a reason why the door was closed, maybe the window is better? But its not, is it? Its smaller, it might be on the second floor, or maybe third, it would just be harder than walking out the door… so what’s so wise about the window? And why was the door closed? Maybe their was something dangerous behind the door, but aren’t we supposed to learn from our mistakes and failure in life? At least we deserve an explanation, or are we supposed to walk throw life saying that its all god wishes, and not think about it? We were created so smart and yet we cant use this mind of ours! When you say “why did this happen to me? ” people would tell you that its meant to be! And never think twice about it, but why? Why was it meant to be? I can’t not think about it, its hard, I need to know why was the door closed and where the hell is my window?

written

sat, 28/3/2009

10:56pm

Empty on the inside..

Empty on the inside..
That's what a person feels when their hungry, but what if the soul was hungry not the body? Then what kind of emptiness would that person feel inside?.. Thinking about it makes me wonder about all kinds of feelings and emotions I haven’t experienced yet, and I think what could possibly be more? I think I felt it all, I felt too many emotions for the next 50 years, maybe its normal, maybe its ok to feel this kind of stuff, I don’t know really, what could the world be hiding more than its already shown? I know that there is so many things I haven’t seen, or haven’t done, and people I haven’t met yet, but, if right now I feel that I’ve seen enough, and been through enough, how could I handle the rest? How could anyone? I don’t think I have the energy to go throw anything, any more, I feel I’m powerless and tired of it all, but then I think maybe one day I’ll wake up and laugh at this, maybe one day I’ll know that its all worth it, that life is worth it.. but this still leaves the question, what if I don’t, what if I don’t laugh at this one day? What if its not worth it?.. if that day comes I wouldn’t know what to do, maybe I’ll just cry… yes I’ll just cry.. that all I could and would do…

written 29/12/2008

monday, 2:58pm