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Sunday, July 20, 2008

being irrational is like claiming you can brave the stormy seas without a float.

i now know why i enjoy indulging in the beauty of nature, sky- watching, and various solitary activities.
nature stands like history itself, timelessly watching the world go by in slow motion.
appreciating something much larger than your insignificant self is comforting.
not only that, but also because these things dont annoy you.
people happen to be the greatest cause of emotional upheaval.
the absence of people around you is so calming at times.
and yet, we cannot deny our endless need for human touch.
loneliness is probably worse than death, like an inexorable internal black hole; a vacuum that sucks your life out from the inside,
till you collapse into yourself.
Humans are the greatest irony of it all.

we never know what we want.

'he remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural.
we can never know what we want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.'
' there is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. we live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. and what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself.?'
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera


she's not here @

5:29 PM