The contunuing

Continuing to write...whether you like it or not.

Observing more social patterns, how we treat each other. It's so odd, the barrier we all keep around us and even once it's broken-it takes so long to find the real person inside someone's head. Even then, there could be no one at all.

Curious how people will pile personality on personality and fake smile after fake smile and eventually lose themselves. However, no one is excused from the loss of personality and self. Personal experience speaks that once one has discovered that they're gone, it usually results in their darkest hour, the confrontation.
Once you've confronted your faceless face, you must then fill it in. All of it is effort and pain, and no, not even necessary, however it's your own opinion of whether you'd like to go through it or not.
So the question stands, to be a real person will substance and personality-often what carries out through history or dies alone, or to be another brick on the wall but well liked, less pain and more pleasure than imagined but at a steady rate that every sensation lacks the luster of life that many can only dream to achieve.
It all seems to come to honesty, and not just with yourself but with others. This doesn't mean to call every person you see a sick son of a bitch or a fat fuck, so on and so on, but rather-once you've let someone into your mind, thinking patterns and views, can you continue it? Most are far too insecure to allow someone in, because allowing them inside allows the a great power...to do great damage.
But what is life without pain?
But at the same time-what is life without pleasure?
Can goodness and badness also balance and intertwine to make a horrible horrible wonderful world?

Another question I've been savoring is what is real happiness in love...
Love yes, the popular topic that many pursue and can never understand but attempt to analyze with words and phrases. Cheaters are happy till their caught while the pain of being cheated on is simply indescribable. Yet...we still cheat. And at the same time what is it like to be second best? The other person? Pleasure always comes first before logic in the cheating world. In Greek and Roman times, whatever felt good was good. Now a life without thought obviously doesn't come out successful-however is it happy? Often when things get bad, is it best to run away...I don't believe so.