Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Continuously, I watch as many of my friends, and those with journals that I know gain more contacts, and friends upon here. I read of their blight, or their creative outlook on this hard society. Whether by being philosophical, angry, resentful, thoughtful, intelligent, or opinionated. The more I read, I reflect. Am I supposed to write more? Am I supposed to bleed myself dry of knowledge and opinions into this journal? I'm not quite sure. My entries may not be profound, or judgemental, or controversial. I may be simple, at least within the confines of this journal and my words here.
I suppose I have not much to say. While others spout their religious beliefs, whisper or shout their sexual preferences, or rage about a society that never fully understands or accepts them - I just type blank words. Boring ones I suppose. My life is not filled with the teenage angst I had in younger years. My life is lived day to day, a quest to get through school and life with a better understanding and knowledge of myself and others. While I could rage and vent of individuals who have 'wronged' me, or upset me - what is the point in that? I shall only come to look upon the entries later to regret that I wrote them, and further a wall between myself and others. Some need to vent here, that I understand and encourage. But I can never seem to without provoking something that I never meant to.
I could toss out my spiritual beliefs and opinions of this world and state of society - but, I find myself uncomfortable with doing so here. I am still searching for something more profound, more close to heart. Why should I preach when I myself am lost? Those who talk to me on a daily basis may get glimpses of my soul's wish, of my dreams and fears. I never feel quite comfortable saying them here.
I could count the pounds, and bitch and moan about physical agendas..but again, where is the sense in that? Why spend the time complaining about it, when I could be out walking, or at a gym - doing something about it? While it may be a factor in my life right now, there is no need for me to go on about it anymore - about a topic everyone, including myself is getting frustrated with. It is more a thing of action, not of words.
I could mourn my heart's loss of friends, and being distant from family... But, then I would only drag myself farther into a spiral of depression. While I may not have many whom I can call truly close to me, I tire of crying and becoming upset about it - let alone write about it here.
In the end, I only have the day to day, unexciting events of my life to write here.
"This above all; to thine own self be true."
I suppose I have not much to say. While others spout their religious beliefs, whisper or shout their sexual preferences, or rage about a society that never fully understands or accepts them - I just type blank words. Boring ones I suppose. My life is not filled with the teenage angst I had in younger years. My life is lived day to day, a quest to get through school and life with a better understanding and knowledge of myself and others. While I could rage and vent of individuals who have 'wronged' me, or upset me - what is the point in that? I shall only come to look upon the entries later to regret that I wrote them, and further a wall between myself and others. Some need to vent here, that I understand and encourage. But I can never seem to without provoking something that I never meant to.
I could toss out my spiritual beliefs and opinions of this world and state of society - but, I find myself uncomfortable with doing so here. I am still searching for something more profound, more close to heart. Why should I preach when I myself am lost? Those who talk to me on a daily basis may get glimpses of my soul's wish, of my dreams and fears. I never feel quite comfortable saying them here.
I could count the pounds, and bitch and moan about physical agendas..but again, where is the sense in that? Why spend the time complaining about it, when I could be out walking, or at a gym - doing something about it? While it may be a factor in my life right now, there is no need for me to go on about it anymore - about a topic everyone, including myself is getting frustrated with. It is more a thing of action, not of words.
I could mourn my heart's loss of friends, and being distant from family... But, then I would only drag myself farther into a spiral of depression. While I may not have many whom I can call truly close to me, I tire of crying and becoming upset about it - let alone write about it here.
In the end, I only have the day to day, unexciting events of my life to write here.
"This above all; to thine own self be true."