I love The Lord of The Rings. The trilogy. All of it. Its so grand. Its genius. How can you write all that? People can be so awesome sometimes. Anyway. I remember when I was reading the novel, I became obsessed with it. I started to envy them little hobbits travelling around all the time, and eating only bread and things on the way. So. What did I do? I started eating bread. No, not bread. Bun. I started eating plain bun everyday. Specially in the morning. It felt good. I felt like a traveler too. An adventurer. Who needed nothing but a little bun every morning to get through the adventures of the day. Haha. Who am i kidding? I didn't feel any of that. I grew sick of the bun pretty soon.
I wonder what the basic human instinct is. Um. No, basic human nature. I wonder if it is To love, or to kill\overpower the other? I used to believe in the former. But then I read the Lord of the Flies. And it convinced me otherwise. And now, a couple of years later, I'm kinda confused. I can't make up my mind about it. But then, I haven't really given it too much thought. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.
Btw, I didn't mean to mention the Lord of the Rings and the Lord of the Flies together in the same post. Its only a coincidence. True story.