there is no spoon

i just watched the matrix, the first one where they give everybody hope before they rip it all apart in revolutions. well it really gets you thinking doesn't it? are you the kind that believes in fate or are you the kind that makes your own fate. to control or be controled. what kind of person are you? in reality you'd think you're in total control of your life, but truly, don't you think the force plays us all well. we're merely pieces in his game, how he moves it, where he places us and where we end up, does all depend on him, or us? what is the matrix?

now for people who do believe in the matrix or the force, hey no problem there. you wake up with the thought everything's all set for you, somewhere out there your memo has been typed and sent out, everybody has read it, and they're all gonna do accordingly. now for the people who don't believe in the force, whoa. it's a whole new story. nothing seems to matter. everythings a load of crap and ofcourse, no one tell you what to do. fine with all that shit. the problem usually lies with us. the ones who believe we play a huge part in fate's decisions.

we're the totally fucked up ones. we think every action has it's equal and opposite reaction and thus we do things with the prior thought of the future. we some how have this fickle knowing that "what we do, ecos for an eternity" (gladiator). we somehow think we had something to do with that, this..and the worst part is when we take credit for it all. now if you were the believer 'he' takes credit for it all. if you're a non believer you'd take credit. but if you're a fencer. what the fuck then?

there is no spoon huh? so why the fuck does it hurt so badly?