Macbeth' s Ilusion vs reality
Not knowing where I'm going in life, not knowing anything of my future, or what I am or can make of it. Unsure of why I'm even sitting on this bench, or how I got here. My destination after this bench is all chance. Chance and random occurrences, those completing the story of my life. Funny people pass my way. It's interesting really, the people you see. But not many people do that, do they? They don't notice the small things like the diversity of common people. And now one sits next to me. Just another face in the crowd, but this guy's got a cold. Sneezing violently, every cough thick to the point of saturation with what sounded to be heavy mucus. Why does this man bother leaving the house? Did he want to get everyone else sick? To pass his germs as I pass my time? There are worse ways to spend a day I guess. Not that I always waste my days away, but I am sitting here, enjoying the scenery that's not serene, and taking in the air that could never be considered fresh. So why am I here? As I said before, I don't believe even I could answer that question. Something about this bench, something about this place, this day, this time. Is it really attracting
I know you as well as you know yourself, and you know deep inside yourself who I am, but here is the proof you need. But knowing you some better advice. I know that most people would expect more, but I think this one thing will stay with you forever and help you more than an hour of talking to me about nothing can. Could I visit you in real life? Is this real life? Surreal experiences such as this can't really ever be explained. What is it? What is it about this man that is so familiar? I am compelled to speak. Who's to say I'm not sleeping and dreaming about talking to you, or if it is you that is dreaming and you are talking to me. I am really visiting you and you will remember this for the rest of your life. The very last things I have to say are all math classes after geometry will not be used in real life; it's all a lie they tell you to keep quiet and learn. So I shield my face from the biting wind, and watch the people pass; doing one thing I kno for sure I'm good at. "Excuse me, but would you happen to have the time?" I manage to ask. Take for example this situation here. " "But how would you-" "I can see the confusion in you, but I know more than that. Sometimes when you second-guess yourself you have good reason, and sometimes your first instinct is just plain stupid.
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