September 2011
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Consumed.
Life lately has been one prolonged exercise in the habit of consumption, an alarming case of inward, selfish living- much, much different from the kind of life I always have wanted to strive towards.
It all began, IT ALWAYS BEGINS, with the consumption of food above and beyond what is necessary for basic health; from there, it snowballed into a habit of satiating my immediate appetites with...
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“Spring would be nothing without the sleep of winter.”
– The Gospel According To Jesus Christ, Jose Saramago
Rescue Is Coming
There’s a darkness in my skin, and my cover’s wearing thin; I believe I’d love to start again- go back to innocent, and never leave. Don’t give up now; a break in the clouds… We could be found. No, there’s nothing wrong with me, it’s just that I believe things could get better; and there’s nothing wrong with love: I think it’s just enough to...
When intimacy is the goal: context supersedes everything.
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It's Bright Outside This Friggin' Cave
I turned 30 years old today.
My barista asked me if it was everything I’d thought it’d be, and without as much hesitation that I would have expected from myself, I replied: “Not really, but not in a bad way- I think you form these expectations of what you think you want as a 20-year-old, and as you get older you realize that you really didn’t know what you wanted, and you...
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“Often what you expect, as the most feasible outcome of a sequence of events or...”
– The Gospel According to Jesus Christ, Jose Saramago
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“It seems as if all my bridges have been burned, you say that’s exactly how this...”
– Mumford & Sons
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Screw Those Guys
I used to get paralyzingly frustrated at the way I felt I was regressing, and now I think I can attribute it to the new social dynamic that nobody around me any longer assigns any impressive value to my pretense and charades that, at one point, different peers used to value at a premium; what I used to grind so hard for in building a haughty, impenetrable identity all of a sudden became anonymous...
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What do you do when you can’t help but see the overwhelming evidence that you’ve failed your potential? How do you come back from that?
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“Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate...”
– Seen at a post board while getting my coffee. 