Journal: Signifying Nothing

I would use the metaphor of life as a fire. The fire that is life burns at different intensities and durations. Some people burn though life like a bonfire, huge and hot. Others burn like cinder, small and quietly. Few burn like a wild uncontrollable inferno, huge, overwealming, and with a roar. But in the end of all fires and of all life, it ends the same, with the fire burned out. Wheather with a whimpering flicker or with a quick violent end, all life ends with no care of how that life was led. Those who pray and devote life to the benefit of others to ones who sin and take, they will end. So to me, to lead life carefully and regretfully, with care on what will come after is wrong. For me my life will end with not a bang, not with struggle, but with a sigh. Live life like you won the lottery because you did. To be born is a chance and a battle, to live correctly is no battle, but a lie. No one can tell what is life and what it is to be and do, the only one who can say what your life is is you and even then you’ll probably wrong. So live not according to what’s others say is right for they have no idea either. The only difference between those who say what’s right and those who do what’s right is one needs to confirm what’s right by forcing it on others and the other does because they are sure in themselves.