Wednesday, August 08, 2007 all of my own making.Sometimes, you kind of wonder if there's anything sacred left, that you have not desecrated with your own hands. All the ties that hold and bind, are unfortunately, just that. They are as permanent as you make them out to be, which is to say, they have all been pre-condemned with an expiry date. It's just a matter of the circumstances which lead to the unveiling of the death sentence, and its subsequent execution. These days, everything is temporal. What is this prized notion of eternity that haunts me, that which is so elusive and ultimately, false? To be human, is to place hope in whatever you believe, or want, despite the insurmountable odds which are stacked against you. I wish I can repudiate it, purge it out, gouge it out of my flesh, eradicate it, but I can't. I am too weak to stop fighting, I am not strong enough to renounce hope. For better or worse, I cling on to that very slim chance, taking the risk with woeful abandon, even though I know that I cannot afford the price if I were to lose. But that's just the way it has always been, and will always be. I just hope (again, that damned word) that when the day comes for me to be tested, I will either pass beautifully, or somehow be able to tap on hidden reservoirs of strength within myself, to resolutely cross the uncharted waters. Tenacity or sheer stubbornness, time will tell - and all in good time. she procrastinated @ 03:40 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies drunken sailors blind sailing previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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