- Free will is such a constricting thing. I have dreams of fatigue, of sleep within sleep, respite in the face of so much tiring certainty. The haste of living creates a hateful kind of glaze that coats the landscape beneath familiar layers of reimagined wrinkles. In this world, the living will forever be plagued by a maddening sense of need, but there will never be a hunger worthy enough to crave it.
- I have faith in humanity, human discovery, the interaction of knowledge and necessity. If only there were enough time to witness those awakenings, the salutations to imagination, the gentle downpour of inevitable understanding. Who among us will remain standing when the time comes for us to awaken and dream, to reach for the newly tangible, those formerly unattainable things? Sometimes I wonder.
- As time goes by, never forget the dreamers, the lovers who lack the understanding to endure the faithless rigors of lost certainty. Never forget our common capacity for triumph and songs, sorrows and sins, empathy and forgiveness. The commonality of human experience entwines us all into an uncertain, though inevitable outcome. Here’s to new beginnings and repeated mistakes, introductions observed over the course of countless firsts.
Filed Under: Human Condition, Tangents, Writing
Meh. I hadn’t posted anything in a while, and I got tired of feeling guilty for neglecting my blog.
As incomplete thoughts go, those were pretty good ones. Don’t under cut yourself with Meh’s.