Repitition, Insecurity, Humans and Vent This world continues to spin at its consistant pace to forever be twisting in the spiral without a choice. We all wish for that small stop; the point to be able to pause, and relax for a second. To take in that fresh air with the possiblity of the earth spinning in a opposite direction in attempt to bring back to the past where you felt safe. The point in your life where nothing could go wrong; but in the end no matter what... something bad is bound to happen around that corner. But because this realm is called "reality" the ablility to go back is impossible to human-kind. So we reminence on those times, yet are never able to reach it.
Perfection is Impossible.
This was obvious from the start, but why? Why must humans TRY and thrive for that? What is wrong with humans! The way we speak; the way we abuse one another in distasteful ways. Human nature causes me to shudder in disgus