the sickness unto death
It's been a little over three years now (though the change had subtly begun a few years before that) since there was a dramatic change in my character. Where now is that optimism, that self-confidence, that charisma that used to guide me though this life? Funny - I do feel like I'm back at 8 years of age with all the insecurities and unknowns... Does life fluctuate in such drastic measures? Are we to learn anything from such changes? Are we to hold on to the hope that change is inevitable and possible? Just possibly, things will change their course for the better soon (oh, the sooner the better).
Kierkegaard was speaking of despair. One cause of despair is putting too much faith in the possible and neglecting the necessary. Oh, all the things that I am possible of… But, while neglecting necessity, I've really just subjected myself to a fantasy realm where all is possible but nothing manifest. I need to come back down to earth, to the here and now, and concentrate on that which is most necessary for me to move on from this stasis. Yes, it will be done. Some day. (Damn faith)
Kierkegaard was speaking of despair. One cause of despair is putting too much faith in the possible and neglecting the necessary. Oh, all the things that I am possible of… But, while neglecting necessity, I've really just subjected myself to a fantasy realm where all is possible but nothing manifest. I need to come back down to earth, to the here and now, and concentrate on that which is most necessary for me to move on from this stasis. Yes, it will be done. Some day. (Damn faith)