Nobody Knows

What they’re doing. No one else knows what they’re doing. Everyone is simply winging it. The problem is that you have incredibly bad luck so you get exposed far too often. Nobody knows really what they’re doing and there’s two ways to go with that information. One is to be afraid and the other is to be liberated. I choose liberation. Nobody has all the answers. The dream is free but what they don’t tell you is that the hustle is sold separately. Nobody has it all figured out, we are all just pretending.

The implication of what they say. One conversation can change the direction of a persons life forever. Which is why I never give unsolicited advice. If I’m going to ruin your life, at the very least I should be slightly more conscious and put more effort into it. Be mindful when it comes to your words. A string of some that don’t mean much to you, may stick to someone for a lifetime. I told my mom she was funny and she believed it. I shouldn’t have.

If we’re lost. We’re stuck in a giant floating orb in the middle of nowhere. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. We’re all just living on a rock floating through space circling the sun not knowing what any of the laundry symbols on our clothes really mean but throwing them in the machine anyway and hoping for the best. Can you imagine? You’re floating in an empty space in a universe that goes on forever! If you have to be here, at least be happy and enjoy the experience.

What love is. Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends the dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that, even if we can’t understand it. Love has nothing to do with what you’re expecting to get – only what you’re expecting to give – which is everything. If you’re not going to love me like your life depends on it, I don’t want it. My love is to die for.

Tomorrow. I hate when people ask what I’m doing tomorrow, I don’t even know what I’m doing today, and the same goes for every person. What are you doing really? People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day. I really should do something with my lie. Maybe I’ll try tomorrow. There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow makes you appreciate your life now.

What living is. I’m not living life. Why do we work? Animals don’t work but they seem to get by just fine. Why do we pay for a roof over our heads and for food? Animals don’t pay for their meals, and they all seem to be pretty well fed. You have to bath, eat and brush your teeth every day! A group of pointless activities you keep repeating for the rest of your life. The worst of the lot is washing clothes. There’s no reward for wearing clean clothes. It’s an expectation!

Life is happening to me. Nobody knows what you feel inside until you tell them. Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. Life is simple when you have all the answers. Shame that nobody does. If at all we are to embrace the concept of working, then why must we work hard? It makes no sense. Suffering doesn’t mean you’re going to be successful, you might even die. The reward for laziness and hard work is the same.


©️ Gottfried. All rights reserved

258 thoughts on “Nobody Knows

  1. Too many times, we honestly have no clue when life’s traffic light will change. We wait and wait, and then my oldest daughter (as a teenager) gives me an honest heads-up . . . Dad, you really aren’t that funny.

    Liked by 3 people

  2. “What living is. I’m not living life. Why do we work? Animals don’t work but they seem to get by just fine.”

    We don’t have feathers, fur or tough hide to protect us. We don’t have fangs, sharp teeth nor powerful jaws so we have to live in a protected environment or we would be extinct. 😊

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.