You know it is a sad day when you despise your own self. When the person in the mirror is someone you don't easily recognize. When you'd rather run away somewhere, where you could live out the rest of your life in solitude and contentment, in a mockery of how people define peace.
Sadness is unbidden, uncalled for and unwanted to us all, but yet it comes, heeding not your thoughts or actions, for it is an abyss that the conspiracy of the Universe unearths at times to compensate for the pinnacles of happiness. Embrace them both. For one defines who you are and the other strives to bring in a realisation of who you can be.
When I started to write today, I did not have a clear direction of thought, instead I had a mass of roiling fear, a mush of sadness covering my rose colored glasses, with which I look at the world. Hence a lot of things that pours out over the course of the next few days may be incoherent; a bumbling and meandering tomfoolery of short pieces of my soul's outlook that is in constant conflict with the person, I am led to believe, I should be.
So here is to me, putting words to paper, or in this context to a 'web'-page, in the hopes that, I will discover a part of me that I thought I had lost somewhere in the graying back alleys, while I was chasing for the elusive and ephemeral object they called love. Cheers!
Sadness is unbidden, uncalled for and unwanted to us all, but yet it comes, heeding not your thoughts or actions, for it is an abyss that the conspiracy of the Universe unearths at times to compensate for the pinnacles of happiness. Embrace them both. For one defines who you are and the other strives to bring in a realisation of who you can be.
When I started to write today, I did not have a clear direction of thought, instead I had a mass of roiling fear, a mush of sadness covering my rose colored glasses, with which I look at the world. Hence a lot of things that pours out over the course of the next few days may be incoherent; a bumbling and meandering tomfoolery of short pieces of my soul's outlook that is in constant conflict with the person, I am led to believe, I should be.
So here is to me, putting words to paper, or in this context to a 'web'-page, in the hopes that, I will discover a part of me that I thought I had lost somewhere in the graying back alleys, while I was chasing for the elusive and ephemeral object they called love. Cheers!
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“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
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