Back into that satire you loved and loathed..
Are we all greedy? Incessantly knitting away an awful multicolored blankets (which we will sooner or later wrap ourselves in) to feel certain that we have made something so distasteful on many levels, that this is the foundation of our comfort? Is this what I've been striving to do? ..
I always asked myself this in a way.. to find some justification in what I do on a daily basis. What turns up in the end? More pondering, more self criticism (on many levels), more need for justification! What am I trying to justify? Or imply rather, about myself?
Vagueness comes naturally to me. The impulse to act out of my emotions as well! Always hacking away at my self esteem when trying to come to the ultimate conclusion that something I thought was real and tangible, really, isn't.
So I've dug myself yet another hole of which to dismember my thoughts and dissect why it has come to this. And now clawing my way out. Seeking a right, in which I may find a more tasteful set of blankets in which to succumb and slather myself in.
Although I admonish pressing the 'post' button. It is my trite and I do it anyways.
I always asked myself this in a way.. to find some justification in what I do on a daily basis. What turns up in the end? More pondering, more self criticism (on many levels), more need for justification! What am I trying to justify? Or imply rather, about myself?
Vagueness comes naturally to me. The impulse to act out of my emotions as well! Always hacking away at my self esteem when trying to come to the ultimate conclusion that something I thought was real and tangible, really, isn't.
So I've dug myself yet another hole of which to dismember my thoughts and dissect why it has come to this. And now clawing my way out. Seeking a right, in which I may find a more tasteful set of blankets in which to succumb and slather myself in.
Although I admonish pressing the 'post' button. It is my trite and I do it anyways.