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“All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on.
It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.”
-Albert Camus
There has always been something in silence that seduced me. The quiet things somehow seem more moving, more potent. So much stays in the realm of the unsaid, and after everything else, still so much would remain when we could say all that we can.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Thought a Year Ago
It's around 4 in the morning. No surprise that I'm still awake. It's like the good old days- the wandering days. My mind wanders here and there, but sadly nowhere new. Sadly, nothing's ever new. It must be noted though that I don't feel like running anymore, or walking out the cold lonely streets where hungry people are the only ones left awake.
Maybe that's what I am, one of the hungry. Jesus said as much. But I won't talk about God right now lest I confuse my thoughts as His.
Life is a funny thing. So many contradictions. So many inconsistencies. So meaningless. The daily posturing is meaningless. Most talk is meaningless. Trees have said nothing yet I feel they have done more than I or most other people in this world.
Maybe it is pride that makes me hate this world so. Maybe I want to look at it like a glass jar and amuse myself at how absurd it is. Maybe I want to think myself apart from it-different. But then that would be denial.
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“You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.” -Steven Foster
Maybe that's what I am, one of the hungry. Jesus said as much. But I won't talk about God right now lest I confuse my thoughts as His.
Life is a funny thing. So many contradictions. So many inconsistencies. So meaningless. The daily posturing is meaningless. Most talk is meaningless. Trees have said nothing yet I feel they have done more than I or most other people in this world.
Maybe it is pride that makes me hate this world so. Maybe I want to look at it like a glass jar and amuse myself at how absurd it is. Maybe I want to think myself apart from it-different. But then that would be denial.
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“You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.” -Steven Foster
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Change. It is constant and undeniable.
I need to change- for the better.
But is it possible to change when everything stays constant?
Can I change if the people I have around me cannot?
Can I change when many things around me is a shackle to my soul?
I need to change. And if things here cannot and they keep me from it,
then maybe I have to go. I have to leave- far far away.
I have to go. I have to change.
I need to change- for the better.
But is it possible to change when everything stays constant?
Can I change if the people I have around me cannot?
Can I change when many things around me is a shackle to my soul?
I need to change. And if things here cannot and they keep me from it,
then maybe I have to go. I have to leave- far far away.
I have to go. I have to change.