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Thoughts for share.
Contemplating: Period..
What is so hard about dedication?
To be so strung, between love, life, education and work.
To never want to be level cause, even though it's desired,
it never feels right, helpful or happy.
To be so selfishly selfless, undesirably desiring the desired, the norm.
To want nothing more from yourself than to fall into place,
but to constantly jostle what feels the most comfortable.
Helplessly indecisive, inconclusive, insignificant and
insecure.
Can I do it right, will I do it right;
will I ever do anything......
Will anyone ever feel that I am successful?
Will anyone ever feel that I am worth something?
Will anyone ever feel that I am accomplished?
Will I ever feel these things?
Will I ever know these things?
Will I ever...
Will.
Without this simple notion, will.
Will, I'm too much but never enough.
I will.
To spend so much energy, thinking about the possibilities,
calculating the risk,
calculating the failures,
calculation. Action?
I am art, a brief snapshot of oneself, never to change,
humbly content with itself, though unsatisfied.
With?
I miss love.
I miss you,
I miss so much...
I guess I need someone to help me,
someone to show me the way, pick me up, tell me, "it's ok."
I guess I need love, a companion, acceptance,
a scapegoat, a parachute, a direction, a feeling.
I guess I need a purpose...
Funny, that all I've been looking for.... has been myself.
Funny, that everything I hold dear is so fragile.
Life crumbles, life falls apart without value, meaning, or purpose.
I find myself so lost in who I am, to begin
to think about who I was, or who I will be.
Impossibility, is relentless...
Questions.. Questions.. Questions,
But still... no answers.
And never hope.
To hope is to see possibilities,
to see the possibility implies power,
and, to have power...
Indescribable.
All in the effort to gain control, safety and comfort.
We're afraid of what we don't know...
What we don't understand...
But, guaranteed, the only understanding you have
is through your perspective...
IE, the marksman understands the gun.
But, can that same marksman understand an arrow; a bow?
Though their purpose is so similar,
hell, everything about them is similar.
Yet...
They are completely and totally different.
Yawn.
Love.
I know of, but feel none.
Have felt none... will know none...
Because???
I will never know myself.
Nor will I ever love myself.
Hence, myself will never know nor love.
Loves;
Thank you, for showing me so much of what I'll never have.
Depression,
Depression based solely on me,
and my decisions,
my insecurity,
my inability.........
my dishonesty.
Dishonesty,
Is absolute, and indefinitely unavoidable.
Life, is dishonest.
We all look out for ourself,
life (including: the acts of any and all living organisms, from amoeba to you) protects itself...
Honesty only exists, in and about itself.
Honesty, integrity...
Though, logistically unattainable...
Are only present in our concept of love...
So, when you are both and feel both...
Love,
the only truth.
A time, to feel that which you desire most... control,
safety, and
comfort.
20 perspectives, 20 ways to start a fight. The Strokes
On all this, I will expand on, with a more level head...
The Media:
I change the background jingles pretty often.
I really love music, all I ask is that you take a little time and keep an open mind about some of the jams I'll put up. Mozilla, sadly, doesn't support the media player. Feedback, let me know your favorite artists... I'm trying to expand my mind.
I love music...
You know who it is...
Your Mom's music...
Fricking Pandas...
