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Saturday, June 2, 2007


I prefer rain when it pours...
It's windy, people! I sat out there in front of the lake behind my house for a couple of hours and finished reading a book, A Great And Terrible Beauty, and I must say that it was a very good read. Especially because I was reading it with all that wind... I love the wind. Joe says I'm water, but I disagree and say I'm wind. He says wind and water are very much alike, only water is beautiful and graceful with a fierce temper, and while wind is constant and has similar bipolarness, it has no form and, therefore, cannot be beautiful.
I disagree in some ways: freedom's not always purely gorgeous. It has its price, as does hope. Hope doesn't always bring good things, and having hope dimmed along with hearts broken is the price to pay when you hope for anything. As for the wind's freedom, wind cannot be gazed upon or admired for its beauty, but rather for what it does and the fact that it's everywhere and sees everything in ways that nothing else can.

I guess being water would be the safer choice, but is there really such thing as a safe choice? Everything can go wrong at any time, and there's always the threat of everything just... falling apart. So why do we even try? Why do we even live if we're just gonna die?

Because everything is hoping. Even if things seem hopeless, so long as we're alive, there's always the chance that things will get better. We just gotta hope and fight.

I dunno, I find it hard to see things as one-sided and Ihave no idea whatsoever why I wrote this ^_^.

Best of Wishes,
~Kyra

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