I have no doubt that the people we meet change us in certain ways, the things that they impose and share with us, creates a lasting mipressionable mark on us.Like life i suppose, as you travel , you are exposed to things on your way and you pick up , stuble accross , many things that sometimes we don’t know their meaning and use to us.
Its true with people too, my life and my characteristics and thoughts i owe to the people that i have met in my life , they are the unsung heros if you want , that painted and left apart of themselves with me, and in this way they are me, and i am apart of them.I have known many people and many have left their marks on me, and sometimes i wonder how i would have turned out if i hadn’t met these people and if they hadn’t define who i am.
Its; true that one is oneself, but i think its more than that, we are what we want yourselves to be defined as, and we define ourselves against the typeso f people we meet and the experiances and feelings we feel when we have these people with us.
Perhaps life is not about reaching a goal, or working towards a end, perhaps life is about life, life as breathing and embracing the things in life , esspecially people, life is about people – its about feeling people and feeling life and knowing about life and living life.I think life is all about being and expression of emotion – i think life is at least two things – being and emotion.
We are emotional, we are moved and persiaded by abstract things that are neither visible nor tangible, yet this is what drives us – their is nothing to change this – its part of our bing our make-up.This i suppose is fitting since we are apart of something that is the same – life – life is a phenomenon such as emotion yet it is a cause of things, an incentive a direction a ambision – love it like this, so is hate and all the emotions that we come to experiance – perhaps life and emotion are the same – perhaps we live by emotion, perhaps we are emotional becuase we life in emotional times, as life is an emotional factory that produces emotion and emotion apon emotion – and our paths that we take are based on our perception of these emotions.
Perhaps we are as random as everything we cannot explain – perhaps our preception is random – and the position of emotion presented apon us is random but the people who are insopired by this emotion is not random, they are things that we hand hold, embrace and destroy.
Love is strange as it hasn’t the generic propertites that make emotion objectives, it has a subjected and leaning effect on me – it almosts makes it distinct and perhaps love is too a critical factor in life, as an emotion that we are drwan to.
Perhaps love is life, and life is love – this makes more sense i suppose than life is working to make a living – in terms of realness,
Perhaps we are make to love, to embrace emotion and to protect the factories that make it – these factories seem to be us, people that are tangible around us.Perhaps we are here to be with people and to experiance people and their perceptions of the same emotions you have perceptions – and when the two perceptions meet – you tend to embrace it as you should – for it is life you – this obviously means we need to know our perceptions first before we can meet valueable people and share common perceptions of emotion.