Dross for the hungry.
5/31/05 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonWink at the sun, my darlings--it's there for you. All the world has been set in place for your very own pleasures, for your whims, for your delights. If you find nothing but misery in it, then seek inside yourself for the source of that misery and stamp it out. Find the dark corners of your mind that need a good sweeping and clear out the cobwebs. On the other hand, if you find the world a pure and fabulous place of magical joy and bubbly dreams, then you are accepting it as it could be, and not as what it truly is.
There always seems to be more pain than joy, but only by accepting that it is there, prepared for you by yourselves, can you surpass that and move to joy touched with pain.
blahblahblah.
You all know I have no idea what I'm talking about. I sit down at the computer late at night or early in the morning, often later than I should be up, and I type whatever my fingers feel like coming up with. I usually don't even read what I've written until after I've logged out and am looking at it on my reading page on my other account. I can't say that I feel profound, I can't say that I mean anything by anything, because I'm literally not paying much attention to what I'm writing. That's the purpose. To spew words like cookie crumbs, to vomit them up on the screen and sweep them aside and worry about it all later.
That's a Tuesday.
There always seems to be more pain than joy, but only by accepting that it is there, prepared for you by yourselves, can you surpass that and move to joy touched with pain.
blahblahblah.
You all know I have no idea what I'm talking about. I sit down at the computer late at night or early in the morning, often later than I should be up, and I type whatever my fingers feel like coming up with. I usually don't even read what I've written until after I've logged out and am looking at it on my reading page on my other account. I can't say that I feel profound, I can't say that I mean anything by anything, because I'm literally not paying much attention to what I'm writing. That's the purpose. To spew words like cookie crumbs, to vomit them up on the screen and sweep them aside and worry about it all later.
That's a Tuesday.
