Me being superior

The sunset gleamed off the tranquil blue that resonated all around. The ground below me swayed rythmically and I found myself calmed and I felt my mind wander. Laying there in tranqulity I couldn't help but think about all the things that I had missed out on. I have spent so many sleepless nights day dreaming and wasted so many days sleeping and now sitting here afloat the traveling to no particular end i find myself more at home than every before. I can sleep when I want, dream when I'm awake and think when I'm tired. Such is the life of a man who passes indiscrimnately through without a care for right, wrong, morality and other such vices that seem to ties us down. Let us take this moment to remember all those like us whoare so able to lay there and just ponder exsitence, to who money doesn't matter because we're too busy being on our high horses being intelligent and all. Let's face it, I am smarter than you.

Watching the Sunset from the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Every time I look out into to the cold, deep yonder I can't help but wonder what's out there. I stood on the edge of a pier and seen the warm yellow light swallowed up by a sea of darkness. It is not fear I feel at that moment so much as awe. I stay away from the edge, I don't venture too close because well that environment is too gigantic for anyone man to handle. Perhaps I lied before, maybe I am afraid. Yes, I am afraid. But not of falling over the edge or of drowning in the dark sea; no those pale in comparison to my fear. I am afraid, deeply afraid that if I i look over the edge for too long maybe I'll get lost. My mind in its infinite curiosity will wander into the forest of nothingness and be unable to find its way back. That is the one thing that no one can take from me: my sanity. People claim that their dignity and their pride are not for sale yet by the hundreds, by the thousands even they are proven wrong. They are the feeble minded. They speak because they can, they feel because they should, and the think never. There are no absolutes in this world. Some call it luck, others call it destiny, still others refer to it as fame, but perhaps its simplest and most fitting description is "fifteen seconds of fame." Yes, we are all entitled to it be we rich, poor, somewhere in between. We need not worry about getting those and so it is quite obvious that no absolute exists in the successful and the unsuccessful. So much is left to interpretation, so many terms are so relative that it seems that absolutism is obsolete. Never was there a time in human history when someone did absolute good for absolute time. There is always a hiccup and in this humans are the same. My best friend's email comes attached with a quote, "Human beings alone possess a fundamental moral grasp of the difference between right and wrong, without which they might proceed through life indiscriminately doing right." If we do not do wrong, than how can we possibly do right? It would seem then even right and wrong are relative. So now who is the person to whom we attribute absolute anything? Well, in the case of the human race, because we must term absolutes in order to have something to compare with we create an entity called God. One need not believe in the existence of God to see the tremendous role he (or she) has played in society. I haven't made up my mind yet, but for me God fulfills a purpose. God's purpose is to serve as an emblem of perfection, something that we desire to be, but aren't necessarily able to be. God is the absolute for humans, but then what about someone who doesn't believe in God? Well, that is how we get into this discussion. Say there is no God, then does that mean that all the ideals he represents are gone? No, I think not. So then what is the problem with defining the embodiment of all the things that we as humans deem to be right as God? His (or her) name could be Jesus, it could be Allah, it could be any number of things, but the ultimate goal is the same. To give us something to measure ourselves against. How did I end up here again? Ahh, yes, I was slowly creeping towards the pier when I stopped and wondered in amazement at the disappearance of the light. Does the light really disappear or is it just overwhelmed by the darkness? Am I afraid of just overwhelmed by all the emotions that come along with being here? Does it really matter?

That my friends is for each one of us to decide. On a side note, .f you're reading this because you were like EWWW GREED DAY, I'd just like to say I'm not the biggest Green Day fan in the world. In fact I can't say that I've heard any of their songs other than the one mentioned in the title and Wake Me Up When September Ends, but I hope everyone understands why I chose the title. It seemed like a good place to think and discuss anything and everything that comes to mind. When you're staring into the sunset a certain calm ensues and the symbolism of the boulevard seems to be a good place to reminisce and ponder life itself.

PS Consider this the first post for my attempt at daily entries.

The First Post

This is just to make sure that everyone knows how awesome my blog is going to be. Every time I get suggestion on a topic to ramble about I will do so, otherwise it'll just be me speaking to you in words you (hopefully) understand.