This is what comes from the heart, this is her blog, because my love is something else completely.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I am dying. I am dying one moment at a time, day by day, only to die some more. Till one day I am dead. Some people may think, you’re not dying, but after a close analysis I find myself having more health problems or replacing old ones with new ones. And after all this time I think that is the most depressing thing ever. And I have most likely known this with out really knowing it. I also know I have a long time before I most likely die of one of the diseases or accidents that happen to me and other people in this world. It does not change the fact that I am dying. I think of what I will do with this time and some people say that I’m living. Well if I’m living then why does it seem like every ounce of time is irreplaceable and I will never get any bit of it back. I will die and I will still be without time to spend. And what if I don’t want to spend time like a selfish whore in need of all the desperate desires of humanity? What if I want to save it up and use it later? But no one gets to do that do they?
Does anyone else feel so desperate? That no matter what you spend your time doing, no matter how happy you are in that moment, or sad, or passionate, it will all end the same as the next person. We can all go about thinking how great it is to drive cars or live off the land but we all end up dead. Does anyone else feel this disparity?
