May 04, 2004

the reason.

it is pretty amazing how one can begin something on a high note and not finish it off well. that doesn't seem like me. i either do things the best i can or i don't do it at all. and this is perhaps a bone of contention to some. my laid-back attitude hints not of a lackadaisical nature, but rather, denotes a certain outlook on life plausibly only i can comprehend. yet, blogs are perceptibly the evidence of one of those times in life where character expansion goes into overdrive. and this can be regarded as deleterious, yes it may. not ingrained, but freak incident more than anything else.

but aren't these elemental in their own way?

in our exclusive pilgrimage for utopia & nirvana, in our voyage in the seas of ambition, in the unending combat against convention & tradition, it is ironic that the rock-strewn dirt paths result in ourselves. for isn't the caravan drawing out its own tracks? a transmigration across the safari would prove never again the same for the inquisitive trooper. whether the seafarer, the street arab, the savvy überhunk/babe, the jet-setter, the tramp, or the one who ages gracefully with time, our odyssey is personal, specific and significant, many a time only to ourselves, impertinent to some, yet precious to those who choose to perceive with their hearts and not see with the eyes that are liable to visual deception & mastered scrutiny. travail is greatly depended upon.

one may opt to indulge in his own tepid fantasies, with the vague acknowledgement that consequence is unstoppable & irrevocable.

we are like olio in a hurricane, troubled are our paths, yet the centre of the storm is where peace & serenity reign.
innummerable litter over the face of the universe, but shining stars fuelled by intention and desire.

and that's all that matters, isn't it?
gid posted at 22:55