it's been a while since i wrote anything, and now i realize that unless i feel very passionately, i don't have words.. think what you may wanna of that.. i realized that i'm very passionate about myself, what happens to me and whatever is mine, is of my utmost concern.. i just can't take it if what i perceive as wrong happens.. and i gotta get out of here, this little pond where each frog thinks he's the cock of the walk.. Nah, man.. you're just another toad. and where you sit is yet another toadstool..
i've had to do some things which i never thought i'd need to.. all this while, i was under the impression that merit counts.. sure i was never naive, i knew a little bit of networking and some right posturing also would go a long way.. yet, i never knew that sheer idiocy or stupidity or vindictiveness or vengefulness or laziness (i haven't been able to pinpoint the reason as yet) could hold sway in today's world.. but then all's well..
i still don't know what i'm made of.. i still don't know if Gurdieff was right.. in those 23 days, i've kicked, screamed, shouted, flexed my muscles, made noise enough number of times.. the days of despair i can count as 5 perhaps.. those days, i turned inwards completely.. didn't want anyone to know how strong i felt inside.. thing is that today, i still don't know what happened, how and why.. it's all a big mystery..
7 comments:
Finally you posted something again. It is slightly frustrating because I want to know more about your 23 days. I will check your blog regularly, hoping to read an additional post. Greetings from a land where we deal with obesity
(loved your former post)
You have to express more your opinion to attract more readers, because just a video or plain text without any personal approach is not that valuable. But it is just form my point of view
I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing
a loveless heart cannot feel a human passion
all left would be brutal emotions.
"and i gotta get out of here, this little pond where each frog thinks he's the cock of the walk.. Nah, man.. you're just another toad. and where you sit is yet another toadstool.. "
thts a real pice of writing ...greaat! wanna read more....of that
Been Long -- Your latest post was refreshing, reminds me of my situation here but in a very different way!
Keep writing!
--Cruel
Writing has always been a medium to express oneself rather than to gain popularity n benefits out of it . A writer is not all about words n phrases (they mean the same in the dictionary ) A writer is the one unheard and a writing is something not expressed .
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