Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Moving On With Life

When words are bent and twisted, thoughts are distorted. What shadows our flailed minds are words hidden behind the meaning, not the meaning behind the words. Humans, we are humans, lest we call ourselves mammal for thinking so. We live as baits for others to follow, thus we live for a purpose. Senseless! yes we're baits, most of us are.

What does the word purpose mean? What does it stand for? What does life mean? Why not live without love? bothersome thoughts from a bothersome person. I never got out from the pitholes of dementia and this I don't deny. Call me a novice and I won't refuse it, but what is the meaning behind the word purpose? I'm but a poor initiate
since the day I stood up. Hope is a word I recognize, yet I know not what it means... I lie, I cheat and I misrepresent myself. How will I change it? All my life I lived in a mascherata. Nobody knows who the real me is, not even me... Time to look for myself and ask around. Maybe, just maybe I'll find my purpose and hopefully I meet somebody who knows what the meaning of life is...

Monday, November 29, 2004

Somewhere In The Past

Thoughts and lamentations these are the things that linger in my puny mind. The past has endowed me a fruitful view on what my journey would be. Anguished from the scars of my journey, I am a soul lost between the pages of nowhere. Do I sound upset? I guess I do, nonetheless this is how I feel. That'll pass away I don't know when but it'll come there.

My First

Ordinary? yes, I'm an ordinary man with ordinary concerns. What's in my mind? Pieces of thoughts that usually is no problem for other individuals. What are these thoughts? Let's start with the simplest math, and everything follows. If math is complex so am I, I don't know why I bother but it's my nature. I'll let it out. I'll show it to you. All you need is to read and try to understand, I'm but a man waiting to end a journey. You can come, criticize and argue with me, but one thing is for sure I'll keep on going till the road leads to a dead end.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Acceptance and Forgetting

For several days, it has been like this. Another pointless chase to infinity.The question always comes into mind, why?  I've passed the word acceptance but why can't I forget? Will seclusion do anything?