I recently found myself staring blankly at a book I had plucked off my shelf. I remembered how I used to absorb every bit of text around me. It's amazing how life changes so much and without warning, such that when we spin around and try to salvage some remnant, the futility of the exercise can be heard laughing far off in the distance.
Like the tree-rings of a Redwood, each holiday season might be used to gauge human growth. Two years ago, I spent Christmas with my ex's family. A year ago, I spent Christmas with my own family, with much hope for the future. This year, I spent Christmas alone, and without much hope for anything. One might say it's a sign of maturity.
What saddens me is the way we move on from the past, from the people we once cared about. As the recent passing of Heath Ledger would indicate, we have no control over when we go. One moment we're still holding a grudge against someone, and the next, they're gone and we'd apologize if they would only come back.
Carpe diem.Music captivates me, if only because so little else does. Aside from the occasional surprise (see Veronica Mars, and cardboard), everything is just
meh, and superbly so. I need to find a new passion in life, my
raison d’être. It has become evident that just being there for my two younger brothers isn't enough. I need something for myself.
I've always been a dreamer
I've had my head among the clouds
Well now that I'm coming down
Won't you be my solid ground?
-- Sway // The Perishers
I remain truly yours,
.taintedwine
Comments (4)
Isn't it scary to be maturing, things you once found amusing aren't all that anymore. As long as we have the passion to find something new. I'm sure you will, too!
really. i don't recall subscribing to you.. ha ha.
sounds like you live near ctown?
Yes Jon I still want your address. I only have your old address.