SmokeLike smoke, we build ourselves upon desire, and the whim to survive, to follow the wants that we have in our lifes. Following the wind and the direction it blows, we are like zephyrs, flying everywhere, with a seemingly powerful sense of direction, but ultimately, a futile one, controlled by our own involuntary hormones that had been ordained since evolution.i was doing a bit of thinking on the way back home today. The night sky in malaysia suddenly look very beautiful, as i sat on the public bus home. It was the first time i took the public bus home, and during the night, all is calm and serene. Somehow, i imagined myself to be this lonely soul inside a crowded bus, just seated next to the glass window, and staring out straight into emptiness. Something is missing in my life. I dont know what it is, and i have no idea how i can go about confronting this issue. Somehow, i would just let that thought circulate in my mind, letting it build, and thinking about every single issue that i could occupy myself with. it's all a bit like smoke, the way it moves randomly, without warning, disappearing as soon as it comes, the shapes it makes are irregular, yet intriguing, and beautiful at the same time. It weaves through everything, disappearing, only to appear again at the same time. I dont know i dont know i dont know. I should only hope. Justin ranted at 11:49:00 pm on the |