You know, there are times in your life when you just feel that longing. Times when you can't help buy feel a certain desire. When inexorably you are drawn towards that something, something that has been nagging at you at the back of your mind.
You start thinking old thoughts. Thoughts dredged up from the bottom of your consciousness. Thoughts of past desires and long-gone longings. Thoughts that feel so spontaneous, yet you know have once entered your mind and then left.
You think that maybe this time things would be different. Maybe this time, time and and space are on your side. Maybe this time providence will shine on you. Maybe this time, you would be lucky.
So you take a step in that direction. A step in a direction that looks so familiar on the compass of your thoughts. A step that you know you have taken many times before, even knowing that stupidity is doing the same things and expecting a different result. Yet almost uncontrollably, inexorably, you point and shoot.
It is then that you realize that in life, things are rarely linear. There is always a cycle, a chain of events, a toppling of dominoes that connect the past to the present, the present to the future, and the future back to the past. Everything. An oval may be an oval, a square may be a square and a triangle may be a triangle. But when you look at it closely, they're all circles. Circles with no beginning and no end, one side leading to another and in succession back to the first one. Different shapes they may be, but they are all circles.
And the above is so abstract and warped that when I look back at this post in the future, I probably won't remember at all what it signified.
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget.
And some dance for the chance of the things that will come.
If life is a dance,
and your heart beats the rhythm,
then your soul is the maker at play.
You lift and you lie,
you flip and you fly,
and when its all over
you roll down and die.
Yes, I am THAT philosophical at 3 in the morning. the first eight words are from someone's nick, and the rest is my right brain at work.
You start thinking old thoughts. Thoughts dredged up from the bottom of your consciousness. Thoughts of past desires and long-gone longings. Thoughts that feel so spontaneous, yet you know have once entered your mind and then left.
You think that maybe this time things would be different. Maybe this time, time and and space are on your side. Maybe this time providence will shine on you. Maybe this time, you would be lucky.
So you take a step in that direction. A step in a direction that looks so familiar on the compass of your thoughts. A step that you know you have taken many times before, even knowing that stupidity is doing the same things and expecting a different result. Yet almost uncontrollably, inexorably, you point and shoot.
It is then that you realize that in life, things are rarely linear. There is always a cycle, a chain of events, a toppling of dominoes that connect the past to the present, the present to the future, and the future back to the past. Everything. An oval may be an oval, a square may be a square and a triangle may be a triangle. But when you look at it closely, they're all circles. Circles with no beginning and no end, one side leading to another and in succession back to the first one. Different shapes they may be, but they are all circles.
And the above is so abstract and warped that when I look back at this post in the future, I probably won't remember at all what it signified.
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget.
And some dance for the chance of the things that will come.
If life is a dance,
and your heart beats the rhythm,
then your soul is the maker at play.
You lift and you lie,
you flip and you fly,
and when its all over
you roll down and die.
Yes, I am THAT philosophical at 3 in the morning. the first eight words are from someone's nick, and the rest is my right brain at work.
posted by lyarn at 2:42 am
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