Whats the deal?
what next?...i really dont know anymore. Its a question i just cant seem to answer. Ive tried. to really realise my true potential. tried my hands at things and fantasies. Dreamt longer and stronger than most men have really. Have visualised future, applause and recognition.
But sometimes it just seems too distant. Hope like waves , crashing against the walls of uncertainty and society, rising every morning, but dying soon within. The evening tide, the shattered rocks, the broken dream, the sand empty, as if waiting for someone to come and carve their name on it.
waiting to be moulded into something new. A castle maybe, or perhaps a umbrella. An umbrella sheltering me from the horid rain. Rain of onlooker's, questing my very existince. scorning at my decisions.
But is it all worth it?.. Is it worth the dream i hold. The passion-m or something like it. These compromises I need to make still. The trade off's . the constant pain at the back of the head. Like a nagging mother or a hopeless wife.
Sometimes one fears. Fear of diving too deep. Of swimming too far out into the ocean. A point of no return. Bermuda triangle. I love the beach. Pina Colada. The peace and quiet. The vastness and spirit. Ive hust seen it in the movies but it makes me wanna go there.
There is a place i love to go. A place where i can rest. where my mind switches off. My feet relax. Blood circulates. Flight. Soar. high above the ocean, the cities and the people. I always have one place. Alone at last. Me and my thoughts. Buddy's. Best friends for life.
Life. hah. A game of ping pong at best. A little joy, then some pain.Like a recepie thats no complete without either. A layer of sorrow, topped with some fun. a dash of emotions, sprinkled with some love. An icing of frustration and a cherry of hope.
Hope. Just the four letters. A bigger impact. Hope. like a lifesaving drug. Injected into my useless, listless life. Helps me dream.Think.Believe.
Belief. Simmilar to hope. but different aswell. Its inside. hope is distant. As if borrowed from someone. Shared with others. Hope to achieve. Hope to see. It shows my lack of confidence. Belief is my own.Conviction. A stamp of my abilities. A way of living. A way forward.
Forward is the only way. The only road. The path i see. I feel. I know. This is what ive chosen. Ive pressed the pedal. I wanna roll...
But sometimes it just seems too distant. Hope like waves , crashing against the walls of uncertainty and society, rising every morning, but dying soon within. The evening tide, the shattered rocks, the broken dream, the sand empty, as if waiting for someone to come and carve their name on it.
waiting to be moulded into something new. A castle maybe, or perhaps a umbrella. An umbrella sheltering me from the horid rain. Rain of onlooker's, questing my very existince. scorning at my decisions.
But is it all worth it?.. Is it worth the dream i hold. The passion-m or something like it. These compromises I need to make still. The trade off's . the constant pain at the back of the head. Like a nagging mother or a hopeless wife.
Sometimes one fears. Fear of diving too deep. Of swimming too far out into the ocean. A point of no return. Bermuda triangle. I love the beach. Pina Colada. The peace and quiet. The vastness and spirit. Ive hust seen it in the movies but it makes me wanna go there.
There is a place i love to go. A place where i can rest. where my mind switches off. My feet relax. Blood circulates. Flight. Soar. high above the ocean, the cities and the people. I always have one place. Alone at last. Me and my thoughts. Buddy's. Best friends for life.
Life. hah. A game of ping pong at best. A little joy, then some pain.Like a recepie thats no complete without either. A layer of sorrow, topped with some fun. a dash of emotions, sprinkled with some love. An icing of frustration and a cherry of hope.
Hope. Just the four letters. A bigger impact. Hope. like a lifesaving drug. Injected into my useless, listless life. Helps me dream.Think.Believe.
Belief. Simmilar to hope. but different aswell. Its inside. hope is distant. As if borrowed from someone. Shared with others. Hope to achieve. Hope to see. It shows my lack of confidence. Belief is my own.Conviction. A stamp of my abilities. A way of living. A way forward.
Forward is the only way. The only road. The path i see. I feel. I know. This is what ive chosen. Ive pressed the pedal. I wanna roll...
posted by yudi at 3:43 AM
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why does your post read like a death metal band song?? - gowda
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