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[16 Jul 2005|10:15am] |
It's much easier to embrace the flaws in others than in yourself.
How do you tell yourself, "I'm not attractive," "I'm not intelligent," "I'm insignificant on the grander scheme of things," "Quite possibly, I will not become everything I wanted" or "One day, I will die" ?
Do we (do i?) lie to ourselves to avoid our human condition?
It's certainly easier to do so.
When it comes to others, they only have to be attractive enough, intelligent enough, significant enough for you. With yourself, it's different--it's coming to terms with who you are (not). I don't know how many people actually come to terms with their flaws, or simply ignore them, nor am I sure which is better. I just know the latter is much easier (at least for me). Acknowledging a shortcoming is accepting limitations, but what if you've defined your life on that something 'outside your limit'? What then?
"ho de anexetastos bios ou biôtos anthorôpôi"
-Socrates
"un homme est toujours la proie de ses vérités."
-Camus
I'm still caught up in the world of idealism, where flaws are negligible and every one lives forever.
This post will be my last, signifing the decay the idealism I've held so dear, (for) "so long!".
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[16 Apr 2005|10:37pm] |
I've removed myself (my things) from my room.
When I feel slightly excluded, I tend to completely exclude myself.
I've grown to abhor things I originally accepted in idea, but ultimately had to reject in practice.
I only feel lonely around you.
"best lay i (n)ever had"
-placebo
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[12 Mar 2005|08:11am] |
"I'd tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past..."
I'm listening to Tom Waits, recounting the last month to myself (or the lack of a month).
Again I change, yet I'm not sure how.
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