language is a virus.
1} funny how much time and effort we pour into a part of ourselves that no one will ever see. funny how that part is not a minority. i wish i could be naive and corageous enough to not take something away from every encounter that builds on my constant effort to get what i want while portraying something other than what i really am, which amounts to a theif, a liar, and a stupid little girl. (at least i can admit it...)
2) i think that if one must be alone for great lengths of time, there should be no distractions. no tvs, no computers, maybe a few good books to get the mind moving, but not much else. food that has to be prepared, effort that has to be expended for a result. what's the point of shortcuts if you've got nowhere to go?
when was the last time you sat down with no distractions and only your mind to keep you company? how can we hear ourselves think in the constant din we surround ourselves with? someday soon, i want to sit down with no distractions and think my mind out. i want to let the scroll of words that always starts up when everything stops to run itself out to completion. i want to sit until my raging torrent of a mind shuts the hell up. i want to know what i'm left with. i want to know where it goes. maybe thats a truer test of a mind than any other, to get everything you've been told out of the way and let a blank mind come through.
this comes from nothing and goes nowhere. it's late and i hate feeling like i've wasted yet another day on nothing. but then, i suppose one's self is the most constructive person to be angry with at any given time. anger gets things done.
2) i think that if one must be alone for great lengths of time, there should be no distractions. no tvs, no computers, maybe a few good books to get the mind moving, but not much else. food that has to be prepared, effort that has to be expended for a result. what's the point of shortcuts if you've got nowhere to go?
when was the last time you sat down with no distractions and only your mind to keep you company? how can we hear ourselves think in the constant din we surround ourselves with? someday soon, i want to sit down with no distractions and think my mind out. i want to let the scroll of words that always starts up when everything stops to run itself out to completion. i want to sit until my raging torrent of a mind shuts the hell up. i want to know what i'm left with. i want to know where it goes. maybe thats a truer test of a mind than any other, to get everything you've been told out of the way and let a blank mind come through.
this comes from nothing and goes nowhere. it's late and i hate feeling like i've wasted yet another day on nothing. but then, i suppose one's self is the most constructive person to be angry with at any given time. anger gets things done.