I'm increasingly surprised at just how old I feel sometimes. I'll be 25 in March, not that old. However, I feel greatly removed from friends who are just a few years younger than me; friends that are still in school, or just work acquaintances. The world just seems different.
Shows on TV, songs on the radio, mass entertainment in general. Is it me... or has the world moved on? Did I get left behind? Am I just an old soul, a relic of a time that used to be?
With instant gratification, sensationalist societies, and total access and things outdated instantly is it possible to live a lifetime in an instant?
Are we dead the moment we are born? So often I feel like everything is foreign..as if I no longer connect.
At times I feel connected; I have a Rzr phone, I have a laptop and a PC; I know who the latest pop stars are yet... almost simultaneously I don't care.
I miss the old days. When the world wasn't so fast paced, days were longer, sunsets blazed brighter, and winds actually cooled the sweat on your skin.
Where are the lost summers, the forgotten vacations, the lackadaisic days of yore?
The more we move forward, it seems, the more we fall behind.
"Speaking words of wisdom...let it be".
-it is what it is-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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