glimpses of poignant rumination, as a slow rock number about lying down on a bed of roses and longing resonates across the quietude of the cool night, the soundtrack to the great number of thoughts floating around like a blurry montage of images, some in soft focus, others crystal clear, but each a recent memory or a stirring emotion. a state of semi-slumber, induced perhaps by fatigue, it feels like an out of body experience, involuntary reflections of all and sundry, bringing about answers, which come out honestly, but doctored shortly after by personal inhibitions, which should sometimes be ignored.

that inner self, from which promptings come, including those yes-no decisions. sometimes it's a limiter, and sometimes you just feel like stabbing it with lots of steely knives and tell it to never come back, but other times it prevents you from doing anything you'd regret later.

a necessary inconvenience, sometimes.

but sometimes, just sometimes, it makes decisions that make you tell yourself you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

logged at 1:21 AM

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

the definition of life, as seen by a good number of the population in this little city:

you go to school.

you go to work, get married, have a few kids.

you retire.

and then you die.

now the author is well aware that it is not his place at all to judge, after all, who can say that there is a right and wrong way to live?

however.

the author wishes to suggest that there is so much more to do and accomplish in the boundless depths of life. so many get helplessly caught up in the rat race or "the system" that they lose that joie de vivre that they once glowed so brightly with. a life that once brimmed with possibilities becomes two-dimensional.

fortunately, it's never too late to rediscover the many things, as well as to find new things that make life worth living, to relight the fire, and rekindle the spirit.

logged at 12:53 AM

Saturday, August 04, 2007

the feeling of freedom, being disengaged from constraints, has always been pursued by men, since time immemorial. it is, in itself, a fabulous feeling, a rush of newfound exuberance and excitement running through, so palpably felt when the feeling of being unrestrained is perceived. freedom is perceived in a unique manner by each different individual, and to varying extents. leaving the office on a friday evening with the weekend to look forward to, the eventual achievement of a goal after so much dedication and perseverance, and doing what so many others would shrink away from are just some of those things.

it's a rush, but releasing too many inhibitions, whether in the pursuit of that elusive experience, or as a result of losing an individual's self to the almost inebriated state brought about by the euphoria of being unleashed, as so many tragedies before have so vividly illustrated, would certainly be unadvisable. adam and eve were expelled from heaven, icarus flew too close to the sun, marc antony being too engrossed with cleopatra, lost his standing and power, and so many junkies end up dead when they attempt infeasible stunts while on a high.

chasing freedom. it's what everybody does. it's just prudent to resist that temptation to cross the line.

logged at 12:17 AM