I search and search and cannot find the reason for the heavy weight of my despair. What have I done to be punished this way. Why am I so weak. Why are there no other arms but her's that comfort me.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
I don't feel like being with anyone. I want to be alone, away from any sort of distraction, so that I could let my mind out of all this chaos. I want to search for the real reason of all this absurdity. I want to know what they really mean when they claim that I am depressed. Can these people really prove that I am depressed. It is really easy to judege others, but not so easy to justify your judgement. It is just like the court-rooms in this city. It is really easy for the judge to condemn the accused but the turth is that the judge is never certain about his decision.
So am I really depressed. I myself, don't even know for certain whether I am or not, so how can they know for sure. Where exactly is that line of certainty in one's decision making. I don't even think there's such line. I think the reality is that truth is what we want to be and not what really is.
I don't believe in absolute truth anymore. Many men have searched for the truth and neither have found it. I believe they have searched all paths, which I may go through if in search of truth. I now know truth is simply an axiom created by imagination. This axiom has the essence of truth to human mind, only because it is created by the human mind. I shall never search for the real truth anymore but instead create it for the sake of my peace for my mind is in chaos only in the absence of truth.
So am I really depressed. I myself, don't even know for certain whether I am or not, so how can they know for sure. Where exactly is that line of certainty in one's decision making. I don't even think there's such line. I think the reality is that truth is what we want to be and not what really is.
I don't believe in absolute truth anymore. Many men have searched for the truth and neither have found it. I believe they have searched all paths, which I may go through if in search of truth. I now know truth is simply an axiom created by imagination. This axiom has the essence of truth to human mind, only because it is created by the human mind. I shall never search for the real truth anymore but instead create it for the sake of my peace for my mind is in chaos only in the absence of truth.