i'm blind fine
a tiger don't change its stripes.
in my memory, i have been paradoxically ambivalent about the collective loss of time. my time. is it fair to share that which is rightfully mine? formally not. the answer may lie in the way that a growing movement of fervent admirers uses company as a personal belief towards being appreciated by someone else. in other words, the best stays alone, but yet is never alone.
if the hearts of loners are anything to go by, my name is what i wish lurks up at the forefront of many minds. for months, it's a long con i've been bracing myself up for. i have been pulling this off well i should believe. as such, i even got myself conned. put bluntly, i've been deceiving myself. i was never cut out for this long con.
one of the blessings, or curses, of being given a choice to allocate our time is the opportunity to express our thoughts and feelings through the choices we make. the loaded question raised on an eternal loop in the psychological field is this: are you lying to yourself? judging by the netizen response, the answer will always be a yes. for more than half the time, that's always true isn't it? we lie to ourselves. that's our heroin. period. perhaps it's high time we quit answering that question. i'm done lying. the blind truth is, no one is ever a true utilitarian.
time and tide waits for no man. but time can be suspended, to allow generations to be bridged in a past that lives on into the present and beyond. when things go awry, and they will, it takes time to clear our minds before we pass them on to those around us. and that happens to be the only thing we lack. time. the nexus of conflict between being 'alone' and 'accompanied' will continue to dog us. or me, for that matter. much has already been lost. how much is subjective, not objective, and history will be the judge.
there is still time. there always is, to make a choice.
in my memory, i have been paradoxically ambivalent about the collective loss of time. my time. is it fair to share that which is rightfully mine? formally not. the answer may lie in the way that a growing movement of fervent admirers uses company as a personal belief towards being appreciated by someone else. in other words, the best stays alone, but yet is never alone.
if the hearts of loners are anything to go by, my name is what i wish lurks up at the forefront of many minds. for months, it's a long con i've been bracing myself up for. i have been pulling this off well i should believe. as such, i even got myself conned. put bluntly, i've been deceiving myself. i was never cut out for this long con.
one of the blessings, or curses, of being given a choice to allocate our time is the opportunity to express our thoughts and feelings through the choices we make. the loaded question raised on an eternal loop in the psychological field is this: are you lying to yourself? judging by the netizen response, the answer will always be a yes. for more than half the time, that's always true isn't it? we lie to ourselves. that's our heroin. period. perhaps it's high time we quit answering that question. i'm done lying. the blind truth is, no one is ever a true utilitarian.
time and tide waits for no man. but time can be suspended, to allow generations to be bridged in a past that lives on into the present and beyond. when things go awry, and they will, it takes time to clear our minds before we pass them on to those around us. and that happens to be the only thing we lack. time. the nexus of conflict between being 'alone' and 'accompanied' will continue to dog us. or me, for that matter. much has already been lost. how much is subjective, not objective, and history will be the judge.
there is still time. there always is, to make a choice.
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