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This is all BS -- dont know where to start, though --
I am trapped in an on-going personal dilemma that makes me feel worse each day -- that of the unknown future and the constant effort to aim for the bestest. If the later determined the first -- human beings would never have to cry out for any untold outcomes -- life is so actuarially fair. So my fear is no diferent from anybody else's, which indeed comforts me less. I'm just a somebody, a nobody. And nobody loves a nobody (Shark's Tale)...
Talking about love, i wonder if it only exists in ithe Form, and the love human beings are excercising is just the approximation of it. That makes me think of how they came to approximating the perimeter of the circle by adding all the lines that approximate the arcs... This also makes me believe more in the notion that life is no fucking perfection -- and all the striving will not lead to perfection per se but its raw approximation. SO i look back at myself and feel relieved that me no perfect, like anyone else, but then, the reasoning part of me makes me feel mediocre to anyone that is giving their best, to watever works of life they are pursuing.
Also on talking about love, I discover that i dont love the boys who love me and vice versa. What do you think all the triangles are for?
Hobbes thinks men are naturally in the state of war. Maybe he's right, since each is in that state within himself. SO i guess self-destruction is self-explanatory --
This is totally random and comes straight from my hand or keypad -- so i'll end by quoting the last lines from the movie i rewatched last nite, for the kill of time on a TGIF... goes something like this:
" When our parents were still alive, on their birthdays, we just said" it was your birthday."
Those who have seen the movie, let me know how u make of this.
This is all BS -- dont know where to start, though --
I am trapped in an on-going personal dilemma that makes me feel worse each day -- that of the unknown future and the constant effort to aim for the bestest. If the later determined the first -- human beings would never have to cry out for any untold outcomes -- life is so actuarially fair. So my fear is no diferent from anybody else's, which indeed comforts me less. I'm just a somebody, a nobody. And nobody loves a nobody (Shark's Tale)...
Talking about love, i wonder if it only exists in ithe Form, and the love human beings are excercising is just the approximation of it. That makes me think of how they came to approximating the perimeter of the circle by adding all the lines that approximate the arcs... This also makes me believe more in the notion that life is no fucking perfection -- and all the striving will not lead to perfection per se but its raw approximation. SO i look back at myself and feel relieved that me no perfect, like anyone else, but then, the reasoning part of me makes me feel mediocre to anyone that is giving their best, to watever works of life they are pursuing.
Also on talking about love, I discover that i dont love the boys who love me and vice versa. What do you think all the triangles are for?
Hobbes thinks men are naturally in the state of war. Maybe he's right, since each is in that state within himself. SO i guess self-destruction is self-explanatory --
This is totally random and comes straight from my hand or keypad -- so i'll end by quoting the last lines from the movie i rewatched last nite, for the kill of time on a TGIF... goes something like this:
" When our parents were still alive, on their birthdays, we just said" it was your birthday."
Those who have seen the movie, let me know how u make of this.