Timing

Life is all about timing.
Despite that, it isn't always what we want in the moment, it is not something we can change.

Trying to fight it is impossible- you can't fight time, you can't fight the universe, so the trick becomes adapting to it.

Finding out how it relates to and affects you, not how you can change it.

What is more powerful?

...then a word?

Everything starts with a word,
a single word in the form of a thought.
The word builds. The word gains power, momentum.
It draws other words to it's banner.
Soon you have an army,
an army of words, an army of thoughts.

Yet all the individual word wants,
is to define a single thought.

Time to go/The Magic of Travel?

I went on a trip/vacation for the first time in a while.

While I was there, I had a great time. Everything felt new, felt fresh, felt different. Even things that were disappointing seemed to have a hint of a silver lining.

Not even a full day into being home, I already feel the same as I left. It makes me wonder if I really should just leave and go somewhere else or if I'm missing something. I even have something I should be looking forward to coming up, but I'm just really not. I know exactly how it's going to go, and then I'll get to sit and watch it unfold.

It's an odd feeling, hoping to be wrong.

The magic of perspective

So I picked up Neverwhere at 10. I think I missed reading novels more then I let myself remember. I wonder if American people understand British culture better then they do, because they seem to understand ours better then we do. It sometimes feels like we are conjoined twins, irrevocably seperated during puberty. Our twin knows us better than we know ourselves, because they look with the luxury of perspective that only comes from a mix of distance and familiarity. They understand what is taken for granted, while obliviously we stumble forward like sharks knowing that to stop is to die. I feel worse for them, then I imagine they must feel for themselves. Partly because I am jealous of the state I percieve, but mostly because I am jealous of the perspective.

Music and moods

Is it a good thing when a song catches you in the heart? I can never really decide. On the one hand, it's nice to have a strong emotional tie to something. On the other hand, it's nearly impossible not to let it make you stumble.

There's a neutral ground there somewhere. Ha ha.

A poem

"My land is bare of chattering folk;
the clouds are low along the ridges,
and sweet's the air with curly smoke
from all my burning bridges."

- Dorothy Parker

A subject

A subject, devoid of a sentence, is just a name.

What Dreams May Come

So not that I actually recall my dreams lately, but I have this recollection that I've had some sort of control over my dreams. There seems to be this period where I am completely aware that I am dreaming, and somehow can control it. It's like I have a dream remote control. There is this period where I seem to have the choice to go back to my dream or wake up. I don't really know how to explain it, but for some reason I remember this happening every night for the past week, at least.

Forgetful

I love when I decide to watch a movie, and something about it strikes me as familiar. At first, there's the slightest hint of recollection, but then awareness grows.

You realize you've seen the movie before, but don't remember it.

Then you remember it, but not how certain parts go.

Then you remember how those parts go, but not when they happen.

Then it's over, and you've enjoyed it.

Dissapointment

It takes years for me to get over being disappointed by a friend. I am not sure if I ever manage to get over it. Even people who have hurt me years ago I still wonder about, and can't seem to find a way to cut them out of my life. It makes me wonder if that is what happiness really is; finding a way to cut people out of your life who make you unhappy.

I'm tired of some people making the same resolution year after year, and following it for less days year after year.

I just feel tired.

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