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The Thoughts Aren't Mine
Monday, October 26, 2009/ 9:12 PM
Where is the line drawn when one can safely say he knows? The human mind is as complex as it gets, the capriciousness of the human emotion notwithstanding. No amount of reasoning will change that - I believe - the essence of each person's individuality is choke-filled with experiences and the history that can never be retold with the same authenticity even should it be drawn out. It stresses me to think that the only consolation I have in perpetuating myself in this closed system is the safety web of supposedly limitless options (ergo sustainable income in the future with a standard degree) when my head gets clearer and I wonder why I'm wasting years of my life doing things I barely enjoy, let alone truly appreciate. Somehow after fuzzing about in my head there always seems to be just one conclusion: 1 more year to go, and forcefully marching on till the end so hopefully I don't live to regret by choosing convention.
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Unbeknownst
Tuesday, October 13, 2009/ 9:01 PM
For some reason I find myself coming back here every month to fill in the empty pages of the past (more for memory's sake than anything else) but never got down to doing. Another year flies by as I ponder about the significant events spanning the year that'll (hopefully) allow me to declare these 12 months well spent in the least, fulfilling at best. That said, I was re-opening dead tabs on my Safari web browser when I found a link to Serious Drawings. To take oneself seriously one needs the time to let go and laugh. Perhaps seriousness staves off life in itself - makes it lacklustre to the extent of wastedness. Then again conformity wraps its tangly veins around the ideals of stability (which we lavish at every opportunity, more often than not). So at the end of the day, is it really our fault that our lives end up stagnating to the humdrum stereotypes, the same shrivelled structure we distance ourselves from to make ourselves - perhaps the way we would like to see it - a little more different?
Honestly, these nebulous lines seem to be forming circles. Or is it just in my head? Labels: Thoughts |
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