6.1.12
I will never stop being recklessly impulsive. Although I cannot say that I have no regrets, what I can say is infinitely better: Time and again, I have had the guts to take something and just roll with it, til the end. Even though the momentum, or lack thereof has thrown me to the ground on so many occasions, given the chance, I would still follow the spontaneous impulse, every single time. Because, whatever that may be, to me, the mere impulse, and my ability to throw caution to the winds and follow it, represents the greatest kind of freedom, akin to diving from a cliff into the sparkling ocean, without thinking if there were sharks or large rocks below, but just trusting there not to be."I would rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." - Kurt Cobain-----
13.2.12
Before you can truly write something that is personally fulfilling, you must first understand why it is that you choose to write what you do.
I write because I can?
Because I'm bored?
To better understand my own thoughts and feelings?
Putting them down on paper somehow gives them a more concrete existence. The childlike definition of real; things you can see, touch, smell, taste, hear. Tangibility is the key to existence. Otherwise one can never know that what they are feeling is real, or just a trick of the mind. The mind is strange that way, almost as if it enjoys pulling us this way and that, in a winding path away from reality, knowing, as we all do, that if it tries hard enough, we might never be able to find our way back.
If that is what you believe the answer is, then draw a card Child. If you are so sure, it wouldn't hurt to confirm your beliefs...
Somehow I already knew what card it would be before I drew.
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| THE DEVIL |
The card of Violence.
Passion.
Anger.
Temptation.
And above all, self-bondage.
I write to keep myself in check, to not release many bursts of raw emotion unto those around me. Because I know, innocent as my face may appear, that which lives inside me is anything but.
