you asked what am i living for? well it is still truth, but that's the easy answer. i guess we live for different things. we are houses for multiple feelings and desires. i know 'body' lives for oxygen and nourishment, 'id' lives for security and comfort ..and sex, the boy lives for adventure, and i?, i live for....what is it, it's all the above and also meaning, to strive to know what our life and this life is about and to live forever, and the closest i can to what i see as honest:). but it's not so easy. haha
for love as well. for a sync of souls and lives in this adventure..search..experience we are thrown into. like an arena, where we watch ourselves, or others perhaps. what would hemmingway have said i wonder. that too is what i'm living for. the hunt, the reflection, the satisfaction (he with a beer) afterwards.
what do i want out of life. same question really but somehow i think of new things? i want to be happy, be independant, i want to learn things about life and myself, even things i might not like. things about our spiritual destiny . things about fear, about giving up, about living not so egocentric. but i guess these will also change as i achieve some of them or become more wizened;). it has already. when younger i believed there must be an absolute truth and order to things and now i'm more mellow in a way. taking things as they come. or am i? it's so difficult to look at yourself impartially. but i and my friend O have discussed the other possibility as well. that life creates itself and that while we are striving we live anyway. sort of in spite of everything. life is something that happens while your trying. what evolves may be different from the ingredients we mixed in.
well anyway interesting what comes out.
i dislike it intensely when people just tell the same story over and over again. wow don't they get bored listening to themselves. i'm not talking about a good storyteller who recounts a story when asked. anyway i'm a bit intolerant on that score.
