What can I say? It is time
Last night, I danced with destiny.
Some people would call me an idealist as I do. The future has endless possibilities, and it is open to any manifestation. There is no certainty in what will happen, so I choose to focus on what the best could be. I have hopes and dreams about how things may end up, and sometimes I cleave to those hopes and dreams to my expense and taxation. Last night, I met up with such a comsummate lady that I may not ever find anyone comparably close. I think it is because of this I may never marry, unless my trail of fate will meet up with hers. This is certainly a cause of little hope because I may never see her again. However, those four hours I spent well with her will never be forgotten. It is a memory that will persist with me for as long as I choose not to forget. Perhaps it is in my best interest to reflect on it often enough because it may even be liberating. If I never have to worry about a love interest, I can focus on what is most important. I say farewell for now but hope for a warm future, one that will emerge desirably.
Furthermore, this will be my final entry into the LiveJournal. I am headed back to paper and pen with the intent of never looking back. The fervor of the LiveJournal was lost on me. I was neither a unique member nor a content contributor. I cannot endure more belabored posting, especially with all the uproar it has caused. The trend of popular blogging is not worth the strenuous hassle. I bid farewell while taking and leaving memories. Goodbye, nothing shall remain so strongly as what I have left here.
Some people would call me an idealist as I do. The future has endless possibilities, and it is open to any manifestation. There is no certainty in what will happen, so I choose to focus on what the best could be. I have hopes and dreams about how things may end up, and sometimes I cleave to those hopes and dreams to my expense and taxation. Last night, I met up with such a comsummate lady that I may not ever find anyone comparably close. I think it is because of this I may never marry, unless my trail of fate will meet up with hers. This is certainly a cause of little hope because I may never see her again. However, those four hours I spent well with her will never be forgotten. It is a memory that will persist with me for as long as I choose not to forget. Perhaps it is in my best interest to reflect on it often enough because it may even be liberating. If I never have to worry about a love interest, I can focus on what is most important. I say farewell for now but hope for a warm future, one that will emerge desirably.
Furthermore, this will be my final entry into the LiveJournal. I am headed back to paper and pen with the intent of never looking back. The fervor of the LiveJournal was lost on me. I was neither a unique member nor a content contributor. I cannot endure more belabored posting, especially with all the uproar it has caused. The trend of popular blogging is not worth the strenuous hassle. I bid farewell while taking and leaving memories. Goodbye, nothing shall remain so strongly as what I have left here.