Saturday, July 4, 2009

If I were a violinist my bow would be a foil;



They want me. I want you. And you want someone else. But none of us want to turn around. -pleasefindthis.blogspot

And it just follows this vicious cycle from day to day, month to month, year to year throughout our lives, because we can't see past ourselves to bother about others.

The grass is always greener on the other side, but when we can't graze on that greener grass, we try our darndest to make the yellowed, dry grass on our side appear better in order to delude ourselves. That's how we make do, when we try to accept things that we cannot change.

"courage to accept the things I cannot change, strength to change those I can, and the wisdom to know the difference" I'm powerless to prevent the array of different-coloured lightbulbs in my life from winking out one by one by one in quick succession, and hence must learn to accept this. But it really takes a whole lot of courage, to suddenly feel like you're left in the dark after being surrounded by these bright lights for two odd years.

"and if the bright lights don't receive you, you should turn yourself around and come on home" I spend five days a week randomly zoning off into my own world, thinking of such things and putting them into perspective. A lot of leeway for self and general reflection, and it really helps in setting a direction for my life and immediate plans as well. It's times like these that one can receive an epiphany or two or maybe realize something, something that was indiscernible before but as we mature with age, we're able to spot certain telltale signs that we missed out before about how others feel about us.

Sometimes life is ironic in the way that it makes us beat ourselves up putting in the effort in following a pursuit but the pursuit in question has no qualms beating us up as well.

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