Sometimes things don't quite make sense.
Pains and aches pop up out of nowhere, and surges of energy appear randomly. My psyche sometimes falters without a cause, and I fail to find a chain of events that could possibly have caused the shift.
It lets me wonder, what if there's something else? A future I already know but don't think about. A past I can't quite remember that hasn't forgotten me. An alternate dimension that needs me. Or has rejected me. Or is ambivalent, but affects me all the same.
And with the far-fetched mystical glimmer, there's the hope that nothing is truly impossible. That dreams, no matter their wildness, can come true.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Fantastic People
I know many of them.
It's almost uncanny. The amount people I know well that are absolutely amazing. I know some who have gone through some terrible times and have come out a hero. I know others who seem naturally gifted with a glorious personality. I wonder what I am to them. I wonder if they feel like I'm as wonderful as they are. I also wonder why I know them. Why am I placed in the path of amazing people? It is a happy thought that I might be there to uplift them, and together we can increase our already incredibly potential. However, it is equally likely that I'm just the opposite. Every hero needs a villain, and a sympathetic one makes an even better story. What if, in the grand scheme of things, I'm simply a problem to be solved? A tangled mess of thorns along the path of life, whose only purpose is to ensnare the feet of the destined. An existence made solely so that others can have something to overcome?
This path of thinking is just as self-centered as the previous hope of inherent glory. Maybe it's better to believe that I don't have a purpose at all. There is freedom in such thought. Yet with such freedom, I am devoid of a basis.
Meh. I'm tired. Tomorrow things will be normal as ever, and woes of theory and imagination will be swept up by the quietly incessant tide of monotony. Goodnight all.
It's almost uncanny. The amount people I know well that are absolutely amazing. I know some who have gone through some terrible times and have come out a hero. I know others who seem naturally gifted with a glorious personality. I wonder what I am to them. I wonder if they feel like I'm as wonderful as they are. I also wonder why I know them. Why am I placed in the path of amazing people? It is a happy thought that I might be there to uplift them, and together we can increase our already incredibly potential. However, it is equally likely that I'm just the opposite. Every hero needs a villain, and a sympathetic one makes an even better story. What if, in the grand scheme of things, I'm simply a problem to be solved? A tangled mess of thorns along the path of life, whose only purpose is to ensnare the feet of the destined. An existence made solely so that others can have something to overcome?
This path of thinking is just as self-centered as the previous hope of inherent glory. Maybe it's better to believe that I don't have a purpose at all. There is freedom in such thought. Yet with such freedom, I am devoid of a basis.
Meh. I'm tired. Tomorrow things will be normal as ever, and woes of theory and imagination will be swept up by the quietly incessant tide of monotony. Goodnight all.
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