:: Reflections past one ::
I am moved easily by beautiful pictures.
Actually I initially wrote "I am easily moved... " but changed it into "I am moved easily..."
Wonder why.
I was lj-surfing when I chanced upon
agooddaytolive's latest (discontented?) post of his "dreams and joys" being in his hands.
Brilliant pictures.
I am impressed.
(I wanna sign up as a model too! *embarassed*)
I take a deep breath.
I feel subdued.
The calls to the SF resumed. Nothing changed.
Perhaps some things changed, but like what I remarked, while surface issues are in a constant flux (and people get happy sad angry mad crazy jealous grateful disappointed depressed and et cetera) the inner core of each individual, tempered from years of learned experience remains unaffected by the effects of the daily interactions.
I take a deep breath.
For a while, I feel at peace with myself, even though I recognise the daily struggles and conflicts between loving one's outer self, one's inner self as well as the selves of others. How much pain and trouble can it be, by waiting a minute or an hour more?
Or to take a minute or two to clear the laundry, or to sweep away the fallen bamboo leaves?
Nevertheless, sometimes it is about relenting.
It's about withholding, not taking that extra step.
It's about keeping mum and in the process, setting the butterflies free.
It's about enforcing that cold turkey, so that the addicted will be released from their pointless addiction.
It's about refraining from joining the loved company so that one remembers where one's line is.
It's about control?
It's been a while since I read a good book.
I would love to read a good book.
I would love to be inspired, by the beautiful pictures ofawei, f_o_c and http://www.josonphoto.com.
I would love to be stirred by the vocals of Corrine May.
I would love to be embraced by the innocent minds.
I would love to be lifted, and to soar up in the expanse of the night, and with the lift of the gentle breeze overlook the city deep in sleep.
Sometimes, I really don't mind following.
I am moved easily by beautiful pictures.
Actually I initially wrote "I am easily moved... " but changed it into "I am moved easily..."
Wonder why.
I was lj-surfing when I chanced upon
agooddaytolive's latest (discontented?) post of his "dreams and joys" being in his hands. Brilliant pictures.
I am impressed.
(I wanna sign up as a model too! *embarassed*)
I take a deep breath.
I feel subdued.
The calls to the SF resumed. Nothing changed.
Perhaps some things changed, but like what I remarked, while surface issues are in a constant flux (and people get happy sad angry mad crazy jealous grateful disappointed depressed and et cetera) the inner core of each individual, tempered from years of learned experience remains unaffected by the effects of the daily interactions.
I take a deep breath.
For a while, I feel at peace with myself, even though I recognise the daily struggles and conflicts between loving one's outer self, one's inner self as well as the selves of others. How much pain and trouble can it be, by waiting a minute or an hour more?
Or to take a minute or two to clear the laundry, or to sweep away the fallen bamboo leaves?
Nevertheless, sometimes it is about relenting.
It's about withholding, not taking that extra step.
It's about keeping mum and in the process, setting the butterflies free.
It's about enforcing that cold turkey, so that the addicted will be released from their pointless addiction.
It's about refraining from joining the loved company so that one remembers where one's line is.
It's about control?
It's been a while since I read a good book.
I would love to read a good book.
I would love to be inspired, by the beautiful pictures of
awei, f_o_c and http://www.josonphoto.com. I would love to be stirred by the vocals of Corrine May.
I would love to be embraced by the innocent minds.
I would love to be lifted, and to soar up in the expanse of the night, and with the lift of the gentle breeze overlook the city deep in sleep.
Sometimes, I really don't mind following.
