things
Sunday, May 14, 2006
♥ Sunday, May 14, 2006
There're things on my mind.
There's this thing about misfortunes. They seem to know when to come: they come most unexpectedly, they come altogether. One upon the other. A mountain from a mouldhill.
There's this thing about God. You tend to walk on a tightrope, with the goal in mind. There's no harness. Whats below is despair and an abyss; there's nothing above, only ahead. we dont see whats ahead thus we hope. The goal is to finish walking whilst remaining on the rope. Whats ahead? An ideal, a heaven, a serenity, an All, or a Nothing.
There's this thing about balance. Between change and beliefs, ideals and practicality, ideals and disillusionment, desires and wants, pride and arrogance, humility and despair, the soul and the body. Seems as if I am a product of the management of such balancing.
There's this thing about love. The incomprehensible truth. The possibly only acknowledged truth, and thus the only truth. One that transcends to the far borders of the human spirit, out of the realms of logic, into the realms of meaning. Faith, hope and love; of which the greatest is love, they say. When i say i love which stands greater? The love, or the I.
There's this thing about thoughts. Its fascinating the mumbo jumbo tt can spring out from a budding thought. Its more fascinating, that our dreams are the jigsaw puzzle our mind plays. Nightmares are pieces of embedded desires joint to pieces of memory. Piecing imagination and ideals you get fantasy. The thoughts that results in our attitude, that affects our choices, that determines our character, that sets an influence, that changes a people, that gives rise to a mentality, that becomes a norm, that whirls up a culture, that marks society, that tells the world. The power of thinking, eh?
There's this thing about community. It feels like its right to be there. And yet when im there, i have 10, 000 other places i feel better being. The God of history tells me that i been given so much and nags at me to give back. But i dont. I am an actor, and i play my script so well, that i wonder whats the truth and lie. I am sorry, but i don have a self, if i don have an act. There's a part of me telling me this is not true; i've gone beyond the acting. And then there's that other part, telling me, no i am not done. I love you guys, and i love my act. And all i can leave you with, is an apology.
There's this thing about happiness. It exists.
There's this thing about choice. Foolish are those who are ignorant of them. More foolish are those who dont know the choice they made. Most foolish are those who are indifferent to them.
There's this thing about her. She occupies my semi empty mind. She is
the question. Is it possible? Is it real? Is there anyhting to the end of that tightrope she make me walk on? Or is the God of history teaching me history's 'repetitive'?
There are things on my mind.
There are things in my heart.
There are things.
