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Thursday, December 1, 2005


   The art of Pillaging and the Village
Listening To: Kalmah - Swampsong

There's a certain point where things start to turn to shreds uncontrolablely. If you scroll through some of my previous posts it is no secret that I had reached that point and then some. I cannot explain quite how I felt, for the many reasons that those afore mentioned post give whe you read between the lines.

I've found the comfortable spot that I have long since been searching for. I have become partial to living and am just happy to be. I think a general appreciation for being is what a lot of people misplace in the chaotic tensions of soceity. It's a sad predicament when you lose such a simple notion to the havoc that others like to wreak with their many flaws.

I love all that I can and take nothing for granted. Your worst enemy makes the best friend, in all paradoxical truths there are cryptic messages that people should listen to. Life is a contradiction due to the fact that we are born to someday die. Within that opposition one must have their own ideals and uphold their opinions whilst simultaniously understanding that there will always be someone to counterpoint their notions and sometimes themselves. These incongruencies are and always will try to break our will and honor. The only thing stoping that is our love of life and the things that make it so beautiful. Take those things and leave everthing to chance in your own powers. Nonsensical by means of literal meaning and enlightening by deeper meanings.

I love and hate you all. I see your flaws and take them in turn with your purest designs. I understand nothing and know that I am all knowing. If humans weren't so fragile then perhaps we would understand that the meaning of life is simple and unfathomable to the thought patterns we comprehend.

So mote it be...

-e-

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