WHAT PLAGUED SOUL WOULD DO IT....
This disorganised life. It has become far too vexing to be ignored any longer. Spend a day fixing the madness that was allowed to culminate into the disastrous personality behind it. Having that naive thought that ending the lessons would alleviate the problems in the forefront- It ended up doing just the opposite. Discovered that in reality, having no direction any more would be the death of the remaining sanity at hand. Everything else in life has gone to the wayside in an attempt to achieve the goal... oh sigh poor soul- how they all were compounded by each other.
Bringing up problems from the past as though they were glory, and taking the present day glory and squandering it. Why must progress be accompanied by such backsliding?
With abandoning the train, it seems as though we ended up at the starting location.
It is the truth of the matter that is more scary than anything else. Lest true reality then is not understood, we risk departure from the road. It is the painful that is the truth, and then the truth which is the best. All in all, it causes the worst to seem better. Ramifications for going that route are more than tempting, but temptation is like an evil that no life at said point can handle. Throw it all away.
Reconstructing the sentiment; this is what must happen. Reconfigure feeling.
Knowing what’s wrong is positive to a life needing a map. Knowing it and neglecting to heed its horrible warnings- Now that is the abdication of ones own throne. What unimaginable stupidity would sanguinely slay sacrosanct aware of the fact that it is their own demise. Wretched human nature.
Alas, doing so would not mean being alone. Simply being among the sea of people; self induced punishment of solitude and destitution. Somewhere amidst hints of self indulgence and scattered pleasure. How selfless. How selfish.
You can talk yourself into nearly anything when you’re making up for your most personally heinous transgressions.
Reconstruct. Save it all to begin with. 05162005
Bringing up problems from the past as though they were glory, and taking the present day glory and squandering it. Why must progress be accompanied by such backsliding?
With abandoning the train, it seems as though we ended up at the starting location.
It is the truth of the matter that is more scary than anything else. Lest true reality then is not understood, we risk departure from the road. It is the painful that is the truth, and then the truth which is the best. All in all, it causes the worst to seem better. Ramifications for going that route are more than tempting, but temptation is like an evil that no life at said point can handle. Throw it all away.
Reconstructing the sentiment; this is what must happen. Reconfigure feeling.
Knowing what’s wrong is positive to a life needing a map. Knowing it and neglecting to heed its horrible warnings- Now that is the abdication of ones own throne. What unimaginable stupidity would sanguinely slay sacrosanct aware of the fact that it is their own demise. Wretched human nature.
Alas, doing so would not mean being alone. Simply being among the sea of people; self induced punishment of solitude and destitution. Somewhere amidst hints of self indulgence and scattered pleasure. How selfless. How selfish.
You can talk yourself into nearly anything when you’re making up for your most personally heinous transgressions.
Reconstruct. Save it all to begin with. 05162005