Melancholic ramblings
'and we took them as we could
sometimes soaring
with unfettered speed
sometimes limping
with broken wings
or perching comfortably
for a while
making do
with whatever place
presented itself
when night came on
and we could fly no more
that day'
Bill Russell
Sometimes it's easier to give up and let it all lay down then to continue handicapped, because you'll never seem to find it. It's virtually unreal. People have been talking about it for eons, and yet you have yet to see the beauty of it. Is it really true that only certain people get to find it, experience it? Sometimes giving up will let you settle properly in your surroundings, focusing on other things that will enhance your life, rather than torturing yourself through the likes of depair and desperation. All your efforts deem futile, so just... give up. Period.
sometimes soaring
with unfettered speed
sometimes limping
with broken wings
or perching comfortably
for a while
making do
with whatever place
presented itself
when night came on
and we could fly no more
that day'
Bill Russell
Sometimes it's easier to give up and let it all lay down then to continue handicapped, because you'll never seem to find it. It's virtually unreal. People have been talking about it for eons, and yet you have yet to see the beauty of it. Is it really true that only certain people get to find it, experience it? Sometimes giving up will let you settle properly in your surroundings, focusing on other things that will enhance your life, rather than torturing yourself through the likes of depair and desperation. All your efforts deem futile, so just... give up. Period.