NON-SENSE

Makes sense?

What make sense and what doesnt?

And what does COMMON sense mean?

I know one thing for sure , and that is. Sense is society defined.


And if we ever thought , what does COMMON sense mean?
Common , in a sense that, common is shared.
Shared by the society that we live in.


And i've always asked myself, where does this COMMON , Society defined sense come from?

Take from example, sense.
It doesnt make sense if i am a chinese to run over a pile of flaming stones.
Religious sense.

There are many of the COMMON sense that are common within us.

AND THE PROBLEM IS

The COMMON sense, bestowed upon us as virtues in our toddler days . Sticks as values .
And such values are barriers that are restricting us to achieve nirvana , or eternal happiness.

say , a bmx rider. BOY that guy is fucking awesome.
Backflip tailwhips and all, but hey. To common folk with common sense, hes anything BUT successful.

Say a banker, Yes , someone who slogs hard, makes money .
Sense tells me that he is successful.

But hey, i'm sure the bmx rider is as hardworking, if not HARDER working then the banker.
And why is he not successful?

Successful?
In what?
Life or Within the society,

"WHY DO WE OFTEN PEG OUR SUCCESS TO THAT OF THE SOCIETY AND NOT TO OUR LIVES?"

How does the society matter to us , before or after our lives

And once again. What is success in life?
Happiness?
And what is preventing that happiness? (or in another sense , the ability and freedom to do whatever they like)

Our , understanding of SENSE.
How we understand our sense, i believe .
Is bestowed upon us during the earlier days of our childhood.

We've been told, and programmed . When young to believe that shit is dirty , sex is evil.
Have we ever not been told such things , will we abstain from enjoying the latter?

However i believe such virtues is good, in a sense . Like religion keeps us away from harm.

AIYO , i fucking lazy to type already.

CONCLUSION.

SENSE SEPERATES US ALL,
SENSE is like a form of POISON. BLESSED BY OUR PARENTS.
SO THAT WE'LL suffer that same monotonous , unsatisfying life that they had.

I wish that one day, i'll put down all my forms of common sense. And enjoy what little life i've got. 80 years aint long.
I've got to live. In a plan , out of my plan.