Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The Leaving Song
'All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.'
Have you ever found yourself wishing you could just let go? Let go of the past, let go of the pain and hurt you’ve accumulated over the years, let go and simply bask in the glory of the moment - let go of simply everything? Times where you find yourself wishing to dive deep into a pool of oblivion and never surface. Not for a long while anyway.
Sometimes I wish this world wasn’t so fastidious – where expectations are rocket high. Why’s that? Doesn’t true happiness account for anything anymore? I’m sure there was once a time where people had infinitude chances and endless possibilities. Where has it gone to?
Our life story is made of chapters, of which we choose to paginate these chapters. An accomplishment, a failure, maybe it’s just so much more…
I think the brain and heart must be mortal enemies. Why else would logic oppose matters of the heart? And the brain must really love tricking the heart for the heart loves deceiving the brain just as much.
Some say we will never truly be over the people we truly loved.