The darkness and the light. The darkness is my room with all the lights off. The light is the laptop screen causing my eyes to blur anything outside of it's squarish shape. I listen to the soundtrack for "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." (And Nathan asleep in the next room snoring every once in a while.) I was reading some people's blogs on MySpace. I was responding to a few. I thought about my own and here I am writing.
It's a long way back to home and the road isn't the one you remember walking down. There are changes strong and subtle and you often find that that thing you've come back to is something that you don't recognize. The surroundings seem bare. The people don't inspire you like they once did because they are also different. Though this reality seems so much to be the truth, it's also possible that everything is exactly as you left it and that only you have changed. But what is truth? What is reality? To some it's what they can touch and taste and use their senses to discern. To some it is fluid. What is true today could vanish tomorrow. In the search for knowledge.... all points of view have been entertained in my head. Contemplated. Observed. Judged. Ignored. I go through this all the time. The live feed never stops. I enjoy it. I loathe it. I think it depends on how much stimulus I get in relation to how rested I am.
I find that I am asking myself the question, "If helping others brings me peace, then why am I not doing it?" And I hear the answer at present being, "Because peace is not always what one needs."
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
