Posted in Stuff on November 17, 2012|
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I’m not special…I don’t even have nothing to say…I don’t care about time, opinions, beliefs, because they tend to be subjective as every man understands them different…I try to be original, to make a difference, but all I can accomplish is a big desolation and all I think I know seems to be so wrong by any pattern I take…
I can’t find a reason why I’m writing these lines…I’m aware they will never be read by anyone, or if by accident someone will find and try to go through them, this statement woudn’t raise the slightest interest as it should be personal and we don’t appreciate what others have to say…and even so, I put this words in an expression that should define myself, as an important instance from a bigger and much more complex mechanism in theory…
I pass through life and try to understand my part…so many questions stuff my mind and the answers tend to run away…maybe my subconscious is trying to protect me, as I constantly learn that knowledge, wisdom, or reason bring me only pain (,,with great power comes great responsibility”)…Overwhelmed by my consciousness and reason, I chose to conceal my ethics…
I’m closing now as moderation is supposed to be a path and I’m tired of searching and understanding the meaningless around…,,This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time” so struggle to get out from mediocrity.
P.S.: I sincerely apologize for any offense I brought and grammatical mistakes, as English is not my native language and I seem to have a problem with keyboard writing.
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