Hilariousness

Decided to revolutionise myself, I have abandoned everything in the past, including deleting my Facebook account, and yet I can't remove an URL which would lead you to a Facebook user with the same username in this old blog of mine that still has visitors now and then, simply due to the fact that it was embedded in Flash.

It's seldom what I want.

When I attempted to express a momentary inspired idea before losing my grip on it, I tended to structure it the way that it would be in carefully phrased sentences without considering the consumption of time and the awkwardness of the end product.

the truth

I'm tired of living in such a complex reality, especially when the simplistic view of this complexity is, ironically, based on elaborate details.

Good Life

Nothing more than a concept.

Joy

Something we experience for merely a moment.

Hope

What that drives us when we're under illusion.

Realisation

Past never exists. Memories are just data encoded in the human brain structure. They can be modified to one's preference, one has no ability to prove if they're irrefutable. Time never exists. Logic indicates time is irreversible but there's no specific law of physics that restricts the reversal. It is a one-way process, its existence is indeed senseless.

a Letter to her, left unread

Sometimes days go by when he does not think of her, and when he realises that, it saddens him. He loves her, he knows, deep in his heart, yet he is unworthy to be admitted to love. To be honest, he has never truly understood love. What is love? He asks himself. A word frees us of all the weight and pain of life? The only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence? He is not sure. But somehow it sounds nice to him, like a master key which opens the gates of happiness. Or just the gates to the world of illusion? He doubts every now and then. Perchance he fails to love.

Self-awareness

Back in those days, time flowed slower, reality was much less real; I was living in an abstract illusion, lying to myself. As I started to be conscious of the abnormal happening around me anon, disenchanted, I realised the fact that for real self-esteem is not derived from deceitful posturing but an appreciation of my true self for what I am. 

Museum

Retained inside these walls, an unique universe is formed from the composition of dramatic imagination.

Feeling Inspired.

What I have got today is something senseless. It's simply a number with no meaning. Some pay a lot of attention to it, contemplating what steps they have to take next. Some get enraged against themselves, showing remorse at everything they've done in their lives. Some see no blight on their future, rejoicing at those three digits. I, meanwhile, feel nothing but inspired.