There
is a lot of melancholy in my heart and it has to
do with meeting of man from the past.
But
I can not be depressed or sad for any length of time; I am a
natural optimist and find depression very tedious. It does not take
much to lift my spirit, so I am often content. I am strong and
resilient; I am ever grateful for whom ever made me this way.
As
I get older, I hardly understand the point of life; I don't
mean this in a negative or suicidal way, but in the way that life is
so transient. I really don't get it at all. It takes
so many life experiences to shape us into who we are and the instance
in our life we should have valued and did not realize were
precious are momentary and cannot often be recaptured. And in any
case, they may have very little value to us now.
The
certainty of youth has gone, and the only certainty I now have is
that I am simply an observer of a collection of events which, to a
large extent, I cannot control.
I wish life was like Word where I could, at the touch of a button, cut and paste, copy edit or delete. Or like RAM, Random Access Memory, where I can dip into the part that suit my mode. But it isn't so what can I do?
Just wait and see how it pans out xx
I wish life was like Word where I could, at the touch of a button, cut and paste, copy edit or delete. Or like RAM, Random Access Memory, where I can dip into the part that suit my mode. But it isn't so what can I do?
Just wait and see how it pans out xx
Optimism & Edit Delete
ReplyDeleteYes, me too. In a resigned, fairly content way, I have no idea what’s the point of it all. But even so, ‘I really must be the guru of my own life.’ And, I want to learn to Edit Delete my own brain.
x guruDeva2