the number 23.
it's extraordinary how a simple number like that can be changed into such an unimginable fiasco of certain violence and perhaps the most undiscoved point of the human psychology. it is also the number that has truly fascinated yours truly. As i dwell deeper within the orchestrated walls of the number 23, it becomes suddenly an illusion rather than a childish fascination with the less than ordinary.
I'm not sure where to begin. The movie the number 23 could have triggered a silent plea for more research on my paranoia of the the tune c,f c, e,f,g d,g,dg,f,e,f when played on the piano. Exhausted as i may be, the tune remains in my head following my every step and every little thing that i do. And so does the numbers 32. or 23 reversed. You might think i'm exaggerating and i truly hope i am too( i don't want to end up a murderer).
I keep wondering if the only reason we are put together on Earth is so that we can finish each other off. The wars, riots, murders, suicides, natural disasters... And that on the course of of death, we find love, joy, happiness... Emotions... Everyone knows we're going to die, but not everyone believes it... and somehow i have a strong feeling that if we all believed it, we would live our lives quite differently. The thing is: if we knew what it is to die, maybe we would learn how to live....
If we weren't so sad and gloomy all the time, maybe we'd learn to see the puddles on the ground reflecting the sky. But that would defeat the main purpose of our lives, wouldn't it? If we only thought about how nobody appreciates us, why would we believe someone who truly likes us? ...
The answers to my questions are short but it takes a long time to figure them out. as it does to finally realise that we're going to die.. sooner or later.. anyway...
