Friday, May 9, 2008
allowances
The beauty in allowing yourself to be unhappy is the fact that you know you are not alone. Your misery is shared by each and every one of us. The lies we see everyday; it is a wonder we don't just throw our hands up high and say,"Why is the world structured this way?" We allow for a certain degree of happiness, but we reserve that ride for the other lives inside. Most of our time is spent in such a way as to perpetuate differences and reduce serious life issues featuring good and decent people into passive byproducts of daily conversation. Through allowances we postpone desires and where do we go from that place? How do we strike a balance between allowance and ourselves?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
-
Conversations from within are filled with sin. The lines we cross are many and the ideas that shine are sometimes unworthy of experience. Ot...
-
The climb is not a climb at all. It is a process of learning that never comes to a close. Becomming whole, a man cannot stand being without ...
-
I looked and saw a coming storm clear as daytime. It was going to be a bad one and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nature was calli...
-
It's really simple: No lights, a candle or two, a friend... or not, good smoke, and no interruptions from anybody or anything. If you in...
-
The times at night when light is scarce bring efforts from above to remind us we are never alone. The entities around serve a duel purpose:...
-
I see the people around me and wonder what they are thinking. I feel them in a spell. I feel them in a trade wind I cannot tell. They are ta...
-
World-class effort requires world-class accommodations . An effort made through a half-hearted array of misconceptions and deceitful practic...
-
Once you get past the "Look at me and how good I am doing" stage in life, you realize just how short a distance you have traveled....
No comments:
Post a Comment