Are you Dog?

Listening obediently to some tall figure that feeds you? Trusting? For the tall figure knows all. Unquestioning of the words it speaks? For it’s always right, never wrong. Loyal? Coming to it’s side the moment it calls, sitting when it tells you to sit, and occasionally receiving the one or two orgasmic belly rubs? Are you happily satisfied with what you have? Is your future taken care of? For you handed it to the tall figure, knowing that you’d never experience hardship ever again as long as you didn’t disobey it. Are you man’s best friend? Forever walking the path he walks alongside him, never straying?

Or…

Are you Cat?

Love is stupid.

It leaves you breathless for no reason. It buckles your knees and at the worst times. It gives you heart-complications, literally. It makes you care none whatsoever about you’re own survival in this affair. It leaves you sleepless, and mindless at times.

… And that’s the point.

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Have you ever looked at a paradoxical sentence? Have you ever really stared at it? Consumed it with your entire being and let it hang within your soul, stirring around, making all this ruckus within you that makes you shift unevenly in your seat from time to time without knowing why?

Being abnormal is normal. Being normal is abnormal.

Truths are found in paradoxes. That’s what I believe. Not truth as in knowledge, but as in the truth that’s rarely acquired; wisdom.

If I told a computer program that it had to hold the notion “You are unique like no one else,” and the notion “You are the same, like everyone else,” as both being right and equal it’d exploded faster than you could say discombobulated. But if I told you that, and you actually thought about it for a second or two, you’d realize “Hey, maybe Arsene’s on to something!” And yes, there are many types of paradoxes, but for brevity’s sake I’m only talking about philosophical paradoxes (the one’s that relate to living a better life).