Nov 06 2008
Old About Me
I wrote this a while ago (like two years ago) for my “About me” on Myspace. I thought it was kind of interesting to see the change in myself over the past few years. I’m not sure why I think you guys will be interested, but I do.
Every time I delve into the subject of self analyzation I seem to send myself into a state of impassivity for in my very humble opinion rather than spending the time to read this blog explaining a very minuscule part of my personality, they should be talking to me searching into the depth of my true character, but for the sake of the subject… I’m in love with life, and I believe life is love, therefore I am in love with love. If that made any sense to you at all, you’re off to a commendable start and if it did not there is a diminutive sense of hope for you yet. I like to think myself an intellect though I am sure some would counter that. I have come to the conclusion that fate is amiss; for as long as I have the ability to think, I am free. If you can make me ponder something worthwhile and leave me with an enlightened disposition, I just might fall in love with you. I believe ignorance is not bliss, rather mere stupidity. Likewise, when people say ignorant things it causes me to feel an ample amount of animosity towards them. So I beg of you… Think before you speak. I live for the moments where I take another’s breath away. I take credit for my accomplishments, but also my mistakes because life is nothing but a composition of experiments. If our hypothesis’ were always correct, what would be the point in conducting another? I learn from the past, prepare for the future… But live in the present. People send me into an abyss of thought, for some things they believe have never made sense to me. For instance, if life is the most prolonged thing you will ever withstand… How do some consider it so short? I will never understand why love such a corrosive emotion in our present day either. I wish it wasn’t so looked down upon and more people could allow the beauty to unfold. I agree that few loves remain selfless, pure, honest, unconditional, unchanging… But in the scheme of this superficial world some fail to recognize the time it takes for love to turn into an essence of pure beauty… It takes time for a flower to bloom, for a fire to roar, and for a caterpillar to become a butterfly. Why should love be any different? I wish I could start a love revolution, I wish to bring back meaning to the word, I wish it was not feared by so many and above all else; I wish for it to be real again. If there is one thing I have learned throughout the course of my life, it’s that it gets better with each passing breath. Live life, love life… Live to love.
