Thursday, September 11, 2008
Maybe I've Been the Problem, Maybe I'm the One to Blame
Stars looking at a planet, watching entropy and pain
And maybe start to wonder
How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane
I've been thinking about the meaning of resistance
Of a hope beyond my own
And suddenly the infinite and penitent begin to look like home
I've been thinking about everyone, everyone you look so empty
But when I look at the stars, when I look at the stars
When I look at the stars, I see someone else
When I look at the stars, the stars
I feel like myself
Stars - Switchfoot
And maybe start to wonder
How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane
I've been thinking about the meaning of resistance
Of a hope beyond my own
And suddenly the infinite and penitent begin to look like home
I've been thinking about everyone, everyone you look so empty
But when I look at the stars, when I look at the stars
When I look at the stars, I see someone else
When I look at the stars, the stars
I feel like myself
Stars - Switchfoot
Oh, chaos can come form all around, and the most dangerous form of it would be from within. All hell breaks loose in the case of chaos from within. Why, though? Why allow such a thing to actually happen? Why pay attention to thoughts that do nothing to help, that only serve to put the mind into a frenzy of doubt and suspicion?
Stand out, sometimes, will you?
Being able to identify the root of the problem is something that I dearly wish I can do. I'd give up almost anything to know why I have the tendency to be all.. weird. So many times I wish the problem would stand itself out, instead of being a blur in the background.
And so many times, I know, I've been beating myself over something that I should have not given much thought to. I'm guilty of over-thinking, and oh how I wish I could stop. I know how frustrating, how irritating, how stupidly idiotic it can get. And I've no excuse, no reason, no explanation for it.
Oh, look. Pretty blur
Stand out, sometimes, will you?
Being able to identify the root of the problem is something that I dearly wish I can do. I'd give up almost anything to know why I have the tendency to be all.. weird. So many times I wish the problem would stand itself out, instead of being a blur in the background.
And so many times, I know, I've been beating myself over something that I should have not given much thought to. I'm guilty of over-thinking, and oh how I wish I could stop. I know how frustrating, how irritating, how stupidly idiotic it can get. And I've no excuse, no reason, no explanation for it.
Oh, look. Pretty blur
I thought music and photography would provide me with an exit clause. When those things did little to help, I turned to books. Oh, yes, books helped, but as with Yin and Yang, with the help that I received, came more problems, most of which does not need to be revealed. But yeah, the three things that I thought could help me in some way, have somehow turned against me.
Photography, though, still remains the best way, of the three, to escape. Not just the taking photos part, but anything related to it. The going out and looking for something for my camera, going online to look at things that I can do to improve, playing around with settings and such. Ah, bliss.
I wonder what it's like to be a dragonfly.
Oh, I find that I can get lost in football, another thing that I used to really enjoy. Now though, ah, well.. Times have changed, I guess. Gone are the days when I would wake up and watch a match that I would probably have known the outcome.
I wonder what it's like to be a dragonfly.
Oh, I find that I can get lost in football, another thing that I used to really enjoy. Now though, ah, well.. Times have changed, I guess. Gone are the days when I would wake up and watch a match that I would probably have known the outcome.
Yeah, the sun, setting. My candle, burning. How long left, eh?
And to think that I was doing pretty damn well for the past two weeks.
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