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he went for a leisurely walk to soothe a heavy mind,
filled with questions that had answers he couldn't find.
three hundred and sixty-five days had come and gone,
still the figure remained despondent and forlorn.
trying to shrug off a bad episode that wouldn't depart,
thinking how to keep a man and his own shadow apart.
was that possible, or even necessary?
in himself was always the adversary.
perhaps his thought in itself was the problem's root,
a whole lot of mind work without any productive fruit.
while his mind stayed there remaining troubled,
little was he aware his problem had just doubled.
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i have always been a great fan of modern art...
... and meet my picasso. (taken during happier days between him and the furniture)
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| am i good enough? i won't even begin to deceive myself into thinking that i have got what it takes.
am i shameless enough to give it a shot all the same? for better or for worse, i do believe the answer is yes.
and i will only be young (and foolish enough) to do this once, so i'm going for it anyway. | | |
| the price of fillial piety
can't think of that many other reasons i'd be putting on a silly blue bathing robe and looking like a learned idiot. leaves me wishing that i would be stuck on the job for the day, but oh well, i suppose my disappointment is better than my parents'. is there really any sense of accomplishment or joy in graduation? i believe working life has come in quickly - almost too quickly to be true - to cancel that out. | | |
| When dreaming, I'm guided to another world. Time and time again, at sunrise I fight to stay asleep. 'Cuz I don't want to leave the comfort of this place. 'Cuz there's a hunger, a longing to escape from the life I live when I'm awake. So let's go there, let's make our escape. Come on, let's go there... let's ask, can we stay?
Can you take me higher, to a place where blind men see?
Can you take me higher, to a place with golden streets?
meaningful lyrics always make the nice songs sound even more wonderful.
and i'm somewhat elated or possibly even somewhat relieved - looks like i found the answer to a question i had been asking myself these past few days, and it was just the answer i could live with... (full credit to keepbreathing.wordpress.com)
Rule Number Four: The Patient is the One with the Disease
the rule isn’t a callous statement about physical pain or a degrading statement about the health of sick people. It’s a warning, a reminder that if you forget which side of the bedrails you’re on you’ll be unable to function. It doesn’t mean that we can’t feel bad for them; quite the contrary. It’s a reminder that if you carry the sympathy too far, if you take things personally and dwell on them, you’ll die a little bit inside every day.
Be careful out there. Don’t forget which side of the rails you’re on.
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