If a single thought could be put into words.. How many words would there be? :)
Saturday, October 30, 2010 @ 1:44 PM
Hi. I am Daniel. I suffer from a common disease. I know what I want to say. But they are muddled up in entities which I simply call, feelings. If I try to express this entity, I get nothing but little bits of words which mean nothing when put together. So in order to express this entity, I'm going to need the help of the person who shares it with me. Obviously this clouds everyone from the meaning behind it, but..... isn't that the point? :)So dear Shanan,
Thank you for the blog post. But as you've seen, I've not been as efficient as you in conveying this entity. So I need you to think of how you met me, how we became friends, how much we hung out, what we all did when we hung out (to other readers, please restrain your thoughts and assumptions :D), how we are creepily alike, how we always like to shop, how we sit around and do nothing and still think it's fun (well... I do.. :D), how we always insult each other for fun, our 'Skype moments', how you always like to squash me, how we always feel like crap when we don't get to go anywhere together (Wednesday town trips), husband and wife, old-couple-holding-hands game, cooking times, and think of how my long blog post became a failure, how you can't wait to see the new one and how you're actually smiling at the thought of the memories. Good. That's about half of the things I want to tell you. :)
So this is my infinity-word blog post.
Now, Skype me! (:
Monday, October 25, 2010 @ 6:13 AM
You've never given up this easily before and this is not the time to start. I won't tell you to stop thinking about it, of course you damn well should, but what's more important is your priorities in life. You say you want everything and you want to live, but try thinking, for once. If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad right? Well, the devastating fact is that it is. IT IS.
It's not so much seeing the light. It's walking until you lose the road. Let it in, all of it, in its impermanence and frailty and the thought that everything in this world is not enough, because the one inadequate and insufficient, dear child, is you.