Gaining Experiences

OMG, woman. I saw you on not 5 minutes ago, and when I want to talk to you, you're off already. Damn antisocial post-hsc life...

Far and Wide He Traversed

I like how I'm coming to the realisation that I'm such an arrogant, egocentric dick inside. See, I'm even beginning to lose sight of the fact that everyone is different, and I should respect that. I don't even remember what that was in the first place, and I no longer can think of what it is. I, I, I... FUCK. Egocentricity kicking in.

It's worse, because once one starts speaking about oneself in third person, one does start to sound conceited.

Going out isn't going to fix this problem of mine either.

Looks like it'll be an early night. Driving test tomorrow. Don't want to face the world as of yet. Need to recover. This slump that I'm in right now, I don't even feel like I want to get out of it.

Where... When... does the torture end? When does one stop being so self centred?

His Goal was Wisdom

Well Keith, I see what you mean when you say blogging is starting to become popular...

I suppose, it's a way of our communication?

Because most of us have ceased all social interaction and human contact, that we have to resolve to blogging to help us say things that we're bottling up. I guess.

It works to some degree, it's just a journal.

I wonder if anyone still keeps a diary, like they used to? Whoever reads this, comment me and tell me if you do, please? Just a small survey.

Judging by all the blogs that are cropping up, it must be either a really boring time, or stressful time.

Keep 'em comin' =D I like to know what's happening in your world.

And if it seems like you really, really need help, I'll be there.

Raphael Had To Travel

I'm not even going bother to try finding it this time.

Imagine your world, with all your tasks and all the people you know as a circle around you. The more you have, the bigger your circle. Now, imagine that all the tasks you have to perform, and everyone else's circles are ones that either touch onto your circle at one point, or overlap into it.

I'm not going to lie to you, my circle would be pretty big. As most of the guys would say, it's probably because of my own wide radius. But it's big, regardless of my own size.

Most people stand in the centre of their own circle, and when that special someone walks into their life, their circles overlap, meaning they begin to share the same space. Some people stay in the centre because it's the safest thing to do, they don't like taking risks.

Others run out towards the edge of their circle to do everything, they like to take risks. They also do this for all the other people's circles that touch onto theirs. Hell, they even step outside of their own circles and into someone else's to cheer them up.

Some people have small radius of a circle, and when they do this, it's not as straining for them. They have a tight group of friends. Others that have a large radius who do this, it's tiring. Because they have to keep running around their circle to do everything. It's worse when they throw themselves into a circle that is a task, because it takes the same amount of effort to come back from doing that task and back into their own circle.

Now taking that same metaphor for life, I get it. You've stepped to the edge of your own circle, and even into someone else's circle, but you came out hurt. The worse thing is, you can't tell the difference between that spot in the circle that's touching onto the other circle from any other spot on the circle, so somehow you manage to keep coming back to that spot. And when you're not traversing the edge of your circle any more, you're standing in the centre.

I don't get you.

I'm sick of making the first moves. If you want to make this 'friend' thing work, we have to meet halfway.

Even Then It Was Limited

"Do you ever take that into account? Do you ever take what they hide into consideration as you go about your daily life with your perfect girlfriend, perfect homelife, perfect job, perfect everything? Do you ever think of them when they turn up bleary eyed, having made you smile the day before? Do you ever think of them when they crack some dry joke, in a futile attempt to make their friends smile?"

-Liam

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Well put, dear friend.

His Only Resource for Knowledge was His Local Priest

"I have known what I thought was love only once before. It brought nothing but grief. But what I feel for you I now realise is true love because it never stops hurting." He kissed her hand. "But if this is all we can have, then I take the pain and I thank all the gods of the world for giving me this time with you. Yes, I love you... I always have and I will continue to do so from a distance until I take my last breath. You never need to doubt me."

---- McIntosh, F. (2006) Emissary, Voyager, HarperCollinsPublishers, Sydney ----

But He Had No Education to Speak Of

I would like to know; how can we talk like we used to, when we are no longer as close as we used to be?

It's a painful truth.

Raphael's Ambition was to Become a Scholar

Watch the boy breathing fire.
The flames soar higher and higher.
Like a wooden pyre.
Time makes it something to admire.

Feel the heat licking the walls.
Those screams are Death's calls.
As destruction looms nearer.
Love's uselessness couldn't be clearer.

And His Mother Passed Away Giving Birth to Him

I've been meaning to do this blog for a while. Like most of my blogs, it's... whatever comes into my head that'll make me sound intellectual XD But there is a topic, like some.

Yes, it's meant to be a blog about you, the reader.

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Love and Hate come hand in hand. Polar opposites cannot be, if we knew neither one.

If there were no love in this world, we would not know what hate is. And vice versa.

Some people even mistake these feelings, sometimes.

Without the ends of different types of spectrum, this world wouldn't be as exciting as it is. This life would not be colourful enough to live.

And they do say opposites attract.

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-is now drawing a mental blank on the topic at hand-
[LOLOMG Fucking fail.]

His Father a Blacksmith

All through the day,
And all through the night,
There shines a small ray,
A sliver of light.

Whilst all else is dark,
And whilst all else is unconscious,
It begins to make a mark,
Of a decision unanimous.

Blinding is the illumination,
And blinding is the void,
Some speak of world creation,
Others say the current destroyed.

It matters not when,
And it matters not where,
But if existence does end,
At least together we are there.