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It isn't typical of me to write in this site anymore, yet i will stick with my habit of saying this will be the last time i do. It felt right tonight, to do this, and i hope it may spring some positive thought upon whoever it may be to read this harangue in prose.
I somehow feel that although a weight has been taken off my back tonight through the guidance of a good friend, i have a new responsibility to bear with and be attentive towards.I am speaking of my attitude towards life, which many can point out is repulsive. I am at times cruel with my spoken opinion and i tend to hurt many with my honesty. This, not meaning that i have to be fake, but rather, be more accepting of those faces around me. I must take in what is given to me and be grateful, regardless of how soon it will deteriorate back to dust.
It may seem a bit childish to compare myself to Don Quixote de la Mancha, but never did picasso paint of such a man that i can so closely relate my self to. Don Quijote was a half-blind knight of Spain who is redacted about in the medieval time. He was tall, bold, and slim, and was accompanied always by a loyal serf, Sancho Panza, who would shake the head over his fat body at his master's actions. Our knight, Don Quixote, was a very passionate warrior who would engage in battle with trees and windmills believing they were enemies of all sorts and species. And, Sancho Panza was his aid, there to make sure his crazed master was as safe and well as could be.
Without a bedtime story, i will get to how i came to this bizarre realization. I feel that this constant attack toward my surroundings is not going to make anything better. Finding myself criticizing others all the time leaves me tired of attempting to down an innocent tree that has but stood for ages. That tree is composed of all the people who i seem to believe are not as they should be. I am but a mere grounded apple to judge.
I have also some to realize, that a girl with a heart like Panza's (obviously not a man of high weight) would be the most wonderful to have at my side. This past year i thought i had written and loved but the one true enough to cherish my heart under armor, and i ended so mauled by her departure. It is not a subject i want to discuss in this site, but it has been a last blow to my life which mattered to be mentioned in account of the horizon. A girl that will ride her horse and sneak by mine would be amazing, but not for a billion miles...not for a trillion.
Love, unlike life, can be perpetual. Yet, for that same matter it is a minimal chance to find it true within a lifetime to love and to be loved. Apparently three years of knowing a girl is not long enough...no matter how the heart beats, an earthquake can tear one in too without warning, as it breaks beneath the surface.
I am deciding to think and speak less, and rather enjoy my time with my adjacents. No matter how long or short it may be.
Also, I have made the most wonderful of friends this past month, and i have Julia to thank for these awesome conversations we have had lately.
If this is found dramatic or absurd, i recommend the reader to meet me and to think a bit deeper.
If this is found offensive or boring, my apologies to the reader...
I somehow feel that although a weight has been taken off my back tonight through the guidance of a good friend, i have a new responsibility to bear with and be attentive towards.I am speaking of my attitude towards life, which many can point out is repulsive. I am at times cruel with my spoken opinion and i tend to hurt many with my honesty. This, not meaning that i have to be fake, but rather, be more accepting of those faces around me. I must take in what is given to me and be grateful, regardless of how soon it will deteriorate back to dust.
It may seem a bit childish to compare myself to Don Quixote de la Mancha, but never did picasso paint of such a man that i can so closely relate my self to. Don Quijote was a half-blind knight of Spain who is redacted about in the medieval time. He was tall, bold, and slim, and was accompanied always by a loyal serf, Sancho Panza, who would shake the head over his fat body at his master's actions. Our knight, Don Quixote, was a very passionate warrior who would engage in battle with trees and windmills believing they were enemies of all sorts and species. And, Sancho Panza was his aid, there to make sure his crazed master was as safe and well as could be.
Without a bedtime story, i will get to how i came to this bizarre realization. I feel that this constant attack toward my surroundings is not going to make anything better. Finding myself criticizing others all the time leaves me tired of attempting to down an innocent tree that has but stood for ages. That tree is composed of all the people who i seem to believe are not as they should be. I am but a mere grounded apple to judge.
I have also some to realize, that a girl with a heart like Panza's (obviously not a man of high weight) would be the most wonderful to have at my side. This past year i thought i had written and loved but the one true enough to cherish my heart under armor, and i ended so mauled by her departure. It is not a subject i want to discuss in this site, but it has been a last blow to my life which mattered to be mentioned in account of the horizon. A girl that will ride her horse and sneak by mine would be amazing, but not for a billion miles...not for a trillion.
Love, unlike life, can be perpetual. Yet, for that same matter it is a minimal chance to find it true within a lifetime to love and to be loved. Apparently three years of knowing a girl is not long enough...no matter how the heart beats, an earthquake can tear one in too without warning, as it breaks beneath the surface.
I am deciding to think and speak less, and rather enjoy my time with my adjacents. No matter how long or short it may be.
Also, I have made the most wonderful of friends this past month, and i have Julia to thank for these awesome conversations we have had lately.
If this is found dramatic or absurd, i recommend the reader to meet me and to think a bit deeper.
If this is found offensive or boring, my apologies to the reader...