Maybe this is what emos feel...

Does anybody ever feel like, stabbing your arm multiple times, or maybe chewing on your finger until your left with only the bone, or maybe you have considered driving forward without stopping that way you will just crash and die, maybe your less dramatic and just want to stop blinking for a while until your eye sockets dry up like prunes. Yes, we have all been there, those certain moments where life makes no sense.  Where you find your self living in autopilot with nowhere to go specifically. We have all made plans for our future and seen life run over them and do as it pleases with your pathetic so called life. And yes, we have also had those moments when we feel enlighten where everything is peachy, Rosie, and beautiful. Well right now, I envy you. For me you hold the world in your fingertips you are one with the spirit of life. Because right now in these precise moments for me, life is non existent. We all make bad choices and these choices lead to consequences. And these in return leave us with plenty of sentiment of embarrassment, neglect, sadness and pure melting of our higher capacities. Because after we realize the stupid choices we have made we also realize we can do absolutely nothing, zero, zip, nada, to just erase it and start over. Instead we have to learn to give up the fight for only a second and just let the winds of our future lead us to the unknown. But in the meantime you just sit on your ass on a couch just killing yourself in your imagination too just ease the pain. And of course we just have to breath, hold our breath and think of what plans we will do next.

The beauty of ants...

So this is what I posted as my Facebook status:

Tomar la brocha en una mano es llamar la lluvia con la otra! Oh Madre Diosa, Madre Naturaleza, Madre de cada ser vivo, dejame pintar mi hogar para que hormigas, perros, lagartijos y humanos podamos coexistir en una casa limpia y fresca!

 Witch means:

Taking a painting brush in one hand is summoning the rain with the other! Oh Mother Nature, Mother of all living things, let me paint my home that way ants, dogs, lizards and humans can coexist in a fresh clean house.

Why do I write this? Well, recently I have had the obsession, well not recently nor obsession more like new way of viewing things, what if, and I mean IF, god was a woman or better yet, not a woman nor a man, just this big mass of energy, whatever the case I rather belevie its a woman. Anywho, I was painting my house and while doing so, I was thinking about how weird it is to be human. We are these animals who are not so different from others, they say we are different because we speak, comunicate, but is it not true that other animals comunicate and have there own way of speaking with each other? And others say that we have choice, but what if animals choose there way of life. I dont know, these are just random thoughts and really, I am not crazy nor am I dumb, I have read a lot, and like I mentiond on my earlier post a graduate student. But these thoughts invade my mind like some kind of bubbles that burst together and form these weird patterns that come to life when im alone writing, reading, painting etc. Anyway, this is not what I was going to write.

            The thing is that I saw these ants. And they were carriying the mother ant, and relizing that maybe my foot stept on there house, or maybe the paint was intoxicating them, or maybe she just wanted to go for a stroll, the point is that they work together they help each other, not just because they have to, but because they know thats there way of surviving, TOGETHER. So why cant we humans do the same…?