Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Overthinking

Equilibrium.

Overexerting oneself results in degeneration. The physical self holds strong akin a fort till the mental core collapses and crumbles into evaporative substances. An ugly void. A voiceless whisper.

Seriousness is unbecoming. An end in mind. But what is there in the end?

Sue Slyvester searches for the spark that ignites her passion. Albeit the cannons, who could blame her.

A holiday?
Fabulous clothes?
A slimmer physique?
A new goal?
A greater challenge?
An outrageous hobby?

Thank God for the people who still help carve smiles in my heart and crinkles the corners of my eyes. The feeling... is nice.

Though almost always there is never a logical explanation why.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Peeks into your mind

Sometime ago saw my little sister writing about the mannerism of blog reflecting true personalities of its author.

Cant help but chuckle at my mundane thoughts since I started blogging.

Thought for a moment to erase any proof of my immaturity. Hmm.. Guess not.

We need to be reminded sometimes of our youth. Careless abandon.

Been reading. Dan Brown. Phillipa Gregory. Good stuff. :) I do miss my old self.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Light moments

There seem so rare. It's just been two real years of struggle in a reality that murks black and white. Rare moments where inspirational words appear reassures and keeps you strong.

The fear of being misunderstood or making mistakes. Does it make us any weaker or merely more human?

Success speaks of sacrifices and discipline. Or many errs with the faith of getting one right. Yet the true meaning of success is only understood by so few. The human self cannot help but falls an occasional victim to childish leisures and material beauty. Or should we indulge?

Is life but just a long revolutionary road of practiced rituals with a signal of or attaining Man defined perfections such as financial freedom? Yet after the self deprivation acts for perhaps a little more than half your lifetime, will you finally grasp the goal only to search for another?

Or is the one true most precious thing in life the meaning of your existence?To make change where it matters. To love those who need. To support those in struggles.

I would love to write again.....