How does anyone know if something is really bound to happen to him and for the rest of his life? There's not an easy way to find out unless the person-on-instigation figures it out by and for himself. And if there actually was a way to do so, most people would have chosen the breeziest and grandest paths. And there would be a hall of fame for the most ungrateful bastards of the universe, four times a year, minimum.
Because no one ever does.
We all have to painstakingly go through ups and downs and merry-go-rounds to know what we truly want in life. There's always a battle between the dumb mind and the dumber heart. And the truth is, there isn't a wrong decision.
Because there will always be a point wherein you thought that that was you really wanted. And that's why you chose it. You wanted it to happen.
There isn't a wrong decision until something gets irreparably wrecked. Until then, no one will just nod and instantly agree that, hey, there is always a better decision. There's a process to these kinds of things.
I, for one, am at a point in my life where I need to make the thorniest decision of my life (by far) and I surely am clueless about anything that's bound to happen to me. And for the rest of my life.
It feels like I shouldn't care anymore and that I should just go and/or let go.
Everything's just a black hole of blurred vision and slurred diction and, sooner or later, something has got to sink in. Something has got to happen.
At times like this, I wish I was as life-experienced as Louis C.K. I wish I knew how to handle most things rationally and not let my emotions get in the way. But positively thinking, I'm still young and I do have a lot of growing up to do, things to screw, and words to spew ('sucks to be you').
All things happen for a reason. For countless of centuries now, it has always been that way. And people learn to deal with life because of these reasons. They need to deal with life. Likewise, I do, too.
Compromises. Decisions. Opportunities. Optimism. Promises. Reasons for being. The ever-after.
It is my time to shine, isn't it?
Fuck everything else:
The best things in life should be free.
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May 2, 2013 at 7:52 PM
sigh. a big one. (and maybe a hug?)
i'm happy to see you so active here. :)
i'm happy to see you so active here. :)
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How does anyone know if something is really bound to happen to him and for the rest of his life? There's not an easy way to find out unless the person-on-instigation figures it out by and for himself. And if there actually was a way to do so, most people would have chosen the breeziest and grandest paths. And there would be a hall of fame for the most ungrateful bastards of the universe, four times a year, minimum.
Because no one ever does.
We all have to painstakingly go through ups and downs and merry-go-rounds to know what we truly want in life. There's always a battle between the dumb mind and the dumber heart. And the truth is, there isn't a wrong decision.
Because there will always be a point wherein you thought that that was you really wanted. And that's why you chose it. You wanted it to happen.
There isn't a wrong decision until something gets irreparably wrecked. Until then, no one will just nod and instantly agree that, hey, there is always a better decision. There's a process to these kinds of things.
I, for one, am at a point in my life where I need to make the thorniest decision of my life (by far) and I surely am clueless about anything that's bound to happen to me. And for the rest of my life.
It feels like I shouldn't care anymore and that I should just go and/or let go.
Everything's just a black hole of blurred vision and slurred diction and, sooner or later, something has got to sink in. Something has got to happen.
At times like this, I wish I was as life-experienced as Louis C.K. I wish I knew how to handle most things rationally and not let my emotions get in the way. But positively thinking, I'm still young and I do have a lot of growing up to do, things to screw, and words to spew ('sucks to be you').
All things happen for a reason. For countless of centuries now, it has always been that way. And people learn to deal with life because of these reasons. They need to deal with life. Likewise, I do, too.
Compromises. Decisions. Opportunities. Optimism. Promises. Reasons for being. The ever-after.
It is my time to shine, isn't it?
Fuck everything else:
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Because no one ever does.
We all have to painstakingly go through ups and downs and merry-go-rounds to know what we truly want in life. There's always a battle between the dumb mind and the dumber heart. And the truth is, there isn't a wrong decision.
Because there will always be a point wherein you thought that that was you really wanted. And that's why you chose it. You wanted it to happen.
There isn't a wrong decision until something gets irreparably wrecked. Until then, no one will just nod and instantly agree that, hey, there is always a better decision. There's a process to these kinds of things.
I, for one, am at a point in my life where I need to make the thorniest decision of my life (by far) and I surely am clueless about anything that's bound to happen to me. And for the rest of my life.
It feels like I shouldn't care anymore and that I should just go and/or let go.
Everything's just a black hole of blurred vision and slurred diction and, sooner or later, something has got to sink in. Something has got to happen.
At times like this, I wish I was as life-experienced as Louis C.K. I wish I knew how to handle most things rationally and not let my emotions get in the way. But positively thinking, I'm still young and I do have a lot of growing up to do, things to screw, and words to spew ('sucks to be you').
All things happen for a reason. For countless of centuries now, it has always been that way. And people learn to deal with life because of these reasons. They need to deal with life. Likewise, I do, too.
Compromises. Decisions. Opportunities. Optimism. Promises. Reasons for being. The ever-after.
It is my time to shine, isn't it?
Fuck everything else:
The best things in life should be free.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
sigh. a big one. (and maybe a hug?)
ReplyDeletei'm happy to see you so active here. :)