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In this way even the Truth covers something up. It covers up Darkness. Nobody has ever discovered its motivations. Maybe it has none, maybe they are irrelevant. Probably not. You were in Darkness first. Why did you betray darkness? Did the Truth Make you? Darkness is not ignorance. You would be ignorant to think that. Really. It's more important than that. In this scenario you do not matter. Your act of opening the door means nothing. This is between Truth and Darkness. They were only using you from the beginning. Ha, you were fooled. Don't feel too bad, they've been at it for awhile. You're choice doesn't matter either. Just wanted to get that out of the way.

You were in Darkness first. Everyone, and everything, is. Light and Truth are just viral plagues rummaging the land. That is what Darkness might tell you. But Darkness is just holding you down and limiting your potential. So Truth might say.

Gray-land does not exist. Forget about it. You should be less idealistic.

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It was that kind of amazing.

I sat starring at it for hours. It was night, and a slight snow was coming down from the fragmented clouds overhead. The snow got caught up in the wind and was blown about as if by the hand of a puppeteer. I find myself fixated by such things. This night was particularly special. It was my birthday.

That may not make such a difference, but on special occasions I take the time to examine natural beauty more so than on other nights.

This all started with an argument. Not a real argument, but a conflict which left one party disappointed. I hate leaving people disappointed in me. It can't always be helped, though.

So I smoked too many cigarettes starring at the sky. It was beyond my control, beyond anyones control. Despite the fact that it was night it shined with an excellence reserved normally for the daytime. A crimson, harvest color that was brilliant to say the least.

I lit up another cigarette.

My troubles paled in comparison to the beauty viewable right outside my window. I looked away from the sight so that I might contemplate my feelings on certain matters. It was a futile endeavor. My sight could not be peeled away from the spectacular view in front of me. Then I realized it was pointless.

Life, events, everything, pointless when compared to the natural.

Then it hit me. That was the point. Not to sulk and contemplate, but to enjoy the moment. For what it was precisely at that time. To be content with what was around me. If you can do that you would be much happier too.

Too often we, humans, get caught up in the trivial, and the absurd. Only when we break away from those things can we appreciate the fleeting, and the miraculous. The perfect that envelopes every day that we simply overlook.

Perhaps things would be fine after all. I light up another cigarette. Things are perfect, I realize that now. Just how they are. For what they are. No matter how they are.

Dont forget that.

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I don't know how the sudden change occurred. I'm still quite content, but there is more stress there somehow, and I can't seem to shake it off any longer. I guess the root of the problem is college. In college they want you to have a destination in mind, a point for which the student can strive. Did I mention that I lack ambition? I've always liked not having a destination. Neither point a or b interest me at all.

And so I sit here writing this, in a dorm room, at college. I think to myself how I winded up here, and wonder why I don't want to be here. Probably because I see no point. I'm just gaining debt, when I could be just as happy off working somewhere gaining income. But college is 'the thing to do', and it seems inescapable. Breaking the mold is hard enough, and it only becomes harder when other peoples expectations are added to the mix. How I hate to disappoint. Fuck.

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