Recently my dreams have regained innocence, as if my mind has been cleansed of its impurities and weight. I have dreamed of songs that I can write, of melodies I have never heard, and the hope of accomplishing something beautiful that only I can produce. If only I could remember more than just the essence of my dreams ( Read more... )

There are two popular questions that people like to ask to which I will respond to (the other in a separate post):
1. What would you do if you only had one month left to live?
2. What would you do if you suddenly attained one million dollars (tax free ( Read more... )

They say in marriage you should give 60%, and take 40%---both of you. While that sounds wise, where does that extra 40% go? Is it effort that is never recognized? Is it love too well veiled to be seen? Does it just happen to include that one thing you put the most thought into? And finally I have to wonder: is it OK to be satisfied with just 40%? ( Read more... )

I don't recall ever being able to write first_thoughts in this life; it's always been filtered, reformatted for the delicate mind. No, I don't mean you either-- only for my mind do I fear dear reader. It is precisely these second thoughts that taunt my waking hours, and haunt my dreams. Second by second they mutate from harmless implications, subtle hesitations ( Read more... )

On euthanasia: wouldn't it be fair if we had shinigamis to offer euthanasia as a service? The utilitarian theory is that to allow euthanasia would benefit the minority, but endanger the majority because the law would be abused (i.e. used as an excuse for murder, etc.). So if euthanasia were regulated by a government department where so-called " ( Read more... )

They say flying a kite is like sending someone dear to you away to follow their dreams. You can watch them from below as they reach for the skies, and keep in touch as long as you have your kite string intact. But how many can you hold on to, really? How many before the gust steals them away?

"What the hell am I doing?" I asked myself several ( Read more... )

Sadness makes you lonely, because it isolates you in your own little bubble of suffering. In sadness, you think you're the only one wronged, that no one could possibly understand your despair. I know you are sad, but why am I the outcast?

Today my soul cries, but I don't know if out of empathy or selfishness. Somebody save me from this tedious ( Read more... )

Whenever I see neighborhood children playing amongst themselves, in our front yard or just nearby; I wonder why it is that we can never play together? I wonder why it is that they group together and why it is that I can only watch.

...And then I think of you, and how maybe you wonder too.