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Apr 11, 2005 00:26

Yea, so I just feel like putting an entry in my journal, although I already put one in today.

I really like how things are going right now. As frustrated as I have been with things I'm glad that I got to that point. I know that makes no sense, but it will make sense to someone. I'm not happy being frustrated, I don't know anybody in their right mind that would be. What I'm happy is that I got to far enough with this situation that I could get frustrated. I know it sounds wicked confusing but I don't really want to go in depth because of a personal pact I have with myself. I always let everyone know what's going on in my life and I'm always bombarded with questions like "how is things with this person going?". I don't like answering those questions. So I've kept this a secret, and I plan to keep it that way.

Today was so beautiful. I took a ride through Webster, although theres nothing really to see. I just wanted to drive with the window down and the music playing.

Who knows you the best? Is it your significant other, mother, father, or best friend. Or do you think you know yourself best. Your image is based on what other people say about you. You say you are an easy going person, but it doesn't mean anything unless other people agree. Your definition of being easy going could be more strict or loose then other people. What some people consider strict, you could consider easy going. Get what I'm saying? Everything is based on perception. Colors is a prime example. How do you know blue is actually blue. No one can view colors through your eyes. What is normal? Imagine if everything was in neon colors. If the screen you are looking at looks like it was colored with highlighters. Maybe you aren't imagining. Maybe you actually see that but you consider it normal. Maybe my version of neon colors is the equivilent of your normal colors. So does that make you naturally positive. If a depressed person's colors are dark and dull then a normal person, then maybe he's not meant to be happy. Think of it this way, if this person finally sees the light and finds out that the hue of a happy person's colors is neon, that person will find it tough to see and uncomfortable to view. So this person may be forced to live as a depressed person.

I think colors has a lot to do with us and who were are. I don't think everyone sees different colors. But I think that people who are close and are good friends sees things everything the same way. Their blue is my blue, so we agree. Soul mates match color for color. That's the "connection". Now if there are people who haven't read my prior philosophical essays then you have to know I'm not talking about colors persay. Just let your mind expand and you'll figure out what I mean.

Fate can take you where you want to be but it is up to you to make it happen. Fate can take you only so far. Fate is fed by karma. Karma decides what type of fate you get. When a bad thing happens to you, it is meant to happen to you. Fate brought that upon you. Karma said it is time for a bad thing to happen. It is up to you to deal with it. Being positive may allow karma to keep hamering you until you crack, or it may give you a break and bless you with good fate. Being negative could bring good karma, or bad karma. Who knows, only the powers that be decide that.

If we didn't have minds that allowed us to think philosophically, where would we be. Most would answer roaming the grasslands in pact hunting animals and fighting for survival. Maybe hanging from trees. That's what seperates us. The ability to comprehend and problem solve on a philosophical manner. We search for the answers. But imagine if we knew the answers. What would happen? How drastically would that affect our life. If we knew the person that will make us happy for the rest of our life. If we knew the exact career that will make us millions. If we knew where to be at the exact time for the best things to happen. Life wouldn't be fun, right? But how would we know because if we knew the answers we wouldn't know any other way of living. Crazy, huh?
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