When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, the result is, well, for lack of a better word, impelling. Tonight, this happened, and then, after a few seconds, the tiniest fracture took shape in my belief. Making dreams reality, is going to be less trivial now.
A more experienced friend told me "Do what is right, not what is easy". This is, without a doubt, a sentence that once thought about, provokes deep inner conflicts as to what constitutes easy and, perhaps even more importantly, what is right. Being right, is it just a mental rouse to justify a raw human emotion or is objectivity really achievable? In my experience, making mundane and ordinary decisions are much more difficult than those that are extraordinarily heroic. Rest in Peace Rick.
I have contrived to see beyond the immediate, to hang on to a notion of a future full of dreams. I have dared to dream and I have been punished beyond my capacity for it. Still at times, I feel clairvoyant and with that clairvoyance always, and always, comes sadness. Where are the surprises, where are the mysteries and where is romance?
I tend to think of logic as the most versatile tool to solve moral dilemmas. It disentangles the complex web of moralities to fundamental concepts of logical and illogical. However, occasionally, there have been situations, where I have not felt comfortable with the solutions that I found; even though I could firmly support those solutions with logic. Perhaps what the best known icon of logic said in "Amok time" applies to these cases, and the solution though "illogical is often true".
The lazy afternoon sun shines through the half open Georgian sash window and the rays play a game of hide and seek with the shadows of the crumpled sheets on the bed. The cigarette between my fingers burns slowly and the smoke creates pieces of art that are never captured. The tantalising vocals of “the great gig in the sky” lure me away from the present and invite me to daydream. ... And suddenly your touch; that exquisite sensation of your skin against mine; brings me back to the present. I have a feeling that I won't be longing again.
Love is a bridge that allows souls to cross the chasm between bodies. The question is how long a span can it have?
As the most perceptive of you must have gathered already, I tend to think that there are no limits. It can cross every conceivable distance both in time and space.
Some may ask, what about the inconceivable ones?
...I'll get back to you on that in a matter of weeks.
“I prefer to have you around for when I need you.” she said.
“Then I shall make it my job to be needed” he said.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” he thought.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” she said.
“Love hurts and that everybody knows.” he said.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” he thought.
“I am not really in love with you.” she said.
“Love is nothing but mutual kindness between individuals.” he said.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” he thought.
“Then I’ll try and decide one day to be kind to you.” she said.
“When is that day going to be, my love?” he asked.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” he thought.
“I’ll do it eventually, why do you care when?” she asked.
“There are no thanks for a kindness, which has been delayed” he said.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” he thought.