A life inside a mask
There is great beauty in life, even though life itself has great foulness, sorrow and grief, rooted in society and confined to our souls.
Countless times I have contemplated the raw facts in order to find traces of reason, signs of meaning, consequences that actually have a beginning which I could have influenced. Many of these times, I reach a realisation that facts seldom keep the answers needed, or rather, wanted.
As I recently got reminded by my father, I'm not as theoretical as I am creative.
If applied to my general emotions and my social life, there might be some consequences from these facts that, in turn, might explain the meaning of my own life and it's bits and pieces.
I slowly start to realise that, when I take part in events, might it be relationships, arguments.. intrigues.. I don't contemplate on the actual happenings.. or even the things that happen as I think of it.
In the end.. I create my own meaning to fit the pieces together as to not loose my mind. I generate discussions, feelings as well as reason.
This is why I felt bad today. Some people just.. can't be in my life un-noticed.. and I can't just leave it at that. I can't live my life inside a mask.. and I can't look at that mask in the mirror without revealing my true self.
In the same day, I loved the summer and hated it.
I wonder how the rest will unfold..
On a slightly unrelated note:
My dearest of friends has some things to deal with, as people do sometimes.
For the sake of yourself, it might be worth a fight, not to satisfy someones expectations, but your own happiness.
Happiness which you deserve more than anyone I know.
Just don't repeat my mistake of staying untrue to myself.
Good Night all, I hope you give this a go. My earlier writings wasn't exactly.. how to put it.. 'appropriate'.
Ciao Bella
Countless times I have contemplated the raw facts in order to find traces of reason, signs of meaning, consequences that actually have a beginning which I could have influenced. Many of these times, I reach a realisation that facts seldom keep the answers needed, or rather, wanted.
As I recently got reminded by my father, I'm not as theoretical as I am creative.
If applied to my general emotions and my social life, there might be some consequences from these facts that, in turn, might explain the meaning of my own life and it's bits and pieces.
I slowly start to realise that, when I take part in events, might it be relationships, arguments.. intrigues.. I don't contemplate on the actual happenings.. or even the things that happen as I think of it.
In the end.. I create my own meaning to fit the pieces together as to not loose my mind. I generate discussions, feelings as well as reason.
This is why I felt bad today. Some people just.. can't be in my life un-noticed.. and I can't just leave it at that. I can't live my life inside a mask.. and I can't look at that mask in the mirror without revealing my true self.
In the same day, I loved the summer and hated it.
I wonder how the rest will unfold..
On a slightly unrelated note:
My dearest of friends has some things to deal with, as people do sometimes.
For the sake of yourself, it might be worth a fight, not to satisfy someones expectations, but your own happiness.
Happiness which you deserve more than anyone I know.
Just don't repeat my mistake of staying untrue to myself.
Good Night all, I hope you give this a go. My earlier writings wasn't exactly.. how to put it.. 'appropriate'.
Ciao Bella
Kommentarer
Trackback