Wednesday, March 25, 2009

OK, so I'm just going over and over the same things. In the end what I seek is the same, regardless of what name I give it.

"Master of Life", huh. Why am I even surprised to understand what that really meant for me. It might've come from a different point of focus, but the essence is the same. I just come back and back to it, regardless of what I think "it" is at any given point in time.

I don't know. I'm so scattered, so confused a lot of the time. And yet there's this instinctive drive towards something that just keeps surfacing again and again. As though I was born for it. In spite of everything.

1 comment:

Jarry said...

As Camus said, that there is no way to put all the pieces back together once the mirror has been broken.