The Present is a Rough Draft.

With all the problems our society has, with all the problems each one of us has, how can we view the way things are done now as anything but a rough draft for things to come? If we're not working to make things better, if we're just passing through tasting the tastes, then we're not really living. To live is to change.

Why do people holdfast to habit? Why do people invest so much in the status quo? Forming habits of beliefs to make the habits of life easier. Falsity upon falsity. One reinforces the other meaninglessly, spiraling further away from the real mysteries of life all around us...art in all its splendor, seeking to reflect an inner world, we all know, but is not this one we share directly in the corporeal plane.

Countless choirs screaming in words that fall short, "Yes, that thing/that thought/that dream/that feeling! Yes, I know it too!"

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I refuse to believe that asking questions and rejecting insufficient answers is a new trick our species just learned to do. Or that it is a unique characteristic of only a "certain type of person."

The comforts of our current day, on the contrary, don't push for inquiry. It's the crisis which is philosophical.

Why are we not constantly revising the thoughts of the thinkers before us, instead of delusionally grasping onto their words as gospel (nostalgia, what a truly stupid thing), or trying to reinvent the wheel. Just read people, read! It's all there! All the questions You seek to ask. No answers. No answers. I'm sorry. This life just doesn't do that. This life is ups, downs, commiseration, celebration, contemplation...but answers? No.

This life: You can like it, lump it, or leave it.