MeaningLost

I hate people's expectations. Although most of the time it is them that dictate the tone of my writings, I completely resent them. Not the people, though. I find it rather intriguing that when it comes to people I actually don't have an opinion, at all. When I was a bit younger I though with time I would gradually grow to think of myself as of a part of that fast revolving around it's axis world. Well...I was hoping for that to be a bit more gradual. So, people are people. All I know for sure, is they are not me.
I feel like I should be honest to those who actually read my incidental bursts of thought. I don't really know why I started writing this blog. Maybe it was my need of being heard, maybe I needed ( and still do) my private space for outer space development; or by an insane, improbable turn of events I wanted people ( those same that are not me; you perhaps ) to read something that would make them think...
Think about loneliness, your loneliness; think about abundance, sunlight, empty shells and feelings without a body. So , have you?! Do you think about the hidden part of life that boils inside your own parts of subconsciousness. Do you think of the events that take place while your eyelids drop down for the second of a blink? Do you know where you came from? Where do you want to go? - Have you answered all these questions? Do they even bother you?
Well this is me - I am not trying to give you answers. My humble wish is to make you want to place the inquiries on your own. I'm in no right to tell you where to look for for the meaning of life. All I'm asking of you, is to ask!