My glasses are slipping off my nose from beads of sweat. I refuse to remove them though because I like the advantage of seeing things clearly--to be able to see the physical being of everything as clarity is key. It's tiring, however, and I'm sick of having to balance and adjust them as they continue to slide off--out of focus for me. The choice of whether to be able to have everything under a focus, or see everything the way my abilities lead me to see... I have two options: to leave my glasses on despite the disadvantage of putting this burden to my face or simply take them off, and just deal with my weak-point.
But I can't just let my abilities be, you see. I want to be able to see everything for real, under a focus, so I can see the truth in the physical and let my mind wander, to believe whether the physical is just a cover or not. I refuse to be blinded my disabilities and unclear of surroundings. I want to know.
On the other hand, knowing isn't that great at all. That's an advantage to my disability. Sometimes, the truth can hurt. I hate Hurt. It is like falling off a building for me, either or, I cannot put my hands in front of me and pretend death is not going to come--because it will. I can leave my hands wherever they fall, but death will still take me. I cannot avoid, once I know the truth. Which contradicts everything I've just written (I tend to contradict myself way too much). I want to avoid.
So should I remove my glasses or no?
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
I Hate This About Me
I can't believe it's June 1st already. Yesterday was just the first day of school, and the 2nd, and 3rd, and on...it's so hard to accept that majority of my few numbered friends will be gone from the school by coming September. I do not want them to leave. I wish time could freeze, despite all the crammed due dates and busy exam schedules--I don't care, I want to stay with my friends forever.
"People change, nobody will stay forever because of you. You must catch up." But I cannot do this. It's heartbreaking. I feel so attached: so few, but so close, I don't want to give them to this selfish world. Ironic, eh? While I want to keep them all to myself, I call the world selfish. What can be done?
If it works, I'd ask them to stay with me. To keep up with me and stay in touch, because I can't be the person to do so--and I hate this about myself.
"Change."
"People change, nobody will stay forever because of you. You must catch up." But I cannot do this. It's heartbreaking. I feel so attached: so few, but so close, I don't want to give them to this selfish world. Ironic, eh? While I want to keep them all to myself, I call the world selfish. What can be done?
If it works, I'd ask them to stay with me. To keep up with me and stay in touch, because I can't be the person to do so--and I hate this about myself.
"Change."
Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Because morality is lost, Alive Klyne believed.
"When a city turns its back on God, the end results are, sadly, al to predictable. We have lost our moral compass, and our young people are raised in a moral vacuum, where sex and violence are the norm both on television and in real life. We have forsaken our godly heritage, and there are no longer any moral absolutes in our society, nor is there any fear of a God many simply no longer believe in."
- Under the Bridge, non-fiction novel by Rebecca Godfrey
- Under the Bridge, non-fiction novel by Rebecca Godfrey
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Stardust
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"I know a lot about love. I've seen it. I've seen centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain and lies. Hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing..."
- Yvaine, a star from the sky
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