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The Quest for Peace

An overwhelming need to be at peace pervades my very existence....Sent from my Nokia E63

Asked and Received

I've generally had the habit of telling people to be careful what they ask for as they may just get it. I must admit that I've fallen victim to said adage.I had the pleasure/pain of experiencing something that has not only been missing from my life but something that I need. A pleasurable experience because it felt good. I felt whole. I was honestly happy.A painful experience because now that thing is gone and I'm only left with the reminder of what's been missing from my life. The new (and expanded) life that my pre-existing emptiness has gained.At this point I cannot be convinced that ignorance isn't absolute bliss...Sent from my Nokia E63

Stuck between Love and a Hard Place

It's often said that you should fight for what/who you love. Climb mountains, cross valleys, kill crocodiles, swat mosquitos, do whatever it takes to be with your love.
The question is, what do you do when the obstacle you have to overcome and the goal you're trying to achieve is one and the same? How does one handle the dilemma of having to fight the person you love so you can get the person you love...?

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English Lesson

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. 
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, 
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. 
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, 
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. 


If the plural of man is always called men, 
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? 
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, 
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? 
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, 
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? 


Then one may be that, and there would be those, 
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, 
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. 
We speak of a brother and also of brethren, 
But though we say mother, we never say methren. 
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, 
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim! 


Let's face it - English is a crazy language. 
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; 
Neith…

Dread

Of late I've been plagued by an ominous feeling of dread and that I'm going to die alone....Sent from my Nokia E63

Perspective....

The optimist in me believes I'll get an answer one day. The pessimist I'm me believes I'm wasting my time waiting for an answer. The realist in me has forgotten the question and moved on.

What are the odds?

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So I'm in the supermarket and hear Yoda telling me that my phone is ringing...only it's not my phone. It belongs to someone else. What are the odds of running into a total stranger with the very same Star Wars ring tone as mine. So you know what I did.....I quickly changed my ringtone from Yoda to Darth Vader.

This cannot be happening....

I think I may be getting jealous. I've never been jealous. Quite frankly I don't even think I know how to be jealous so I really don't know where this feeling is coming from. The bottom line though is that it's seriously pissing me off......Sent from my Nokia E63

What to be.....

When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better.

When that person is taken from you, what do you become then?
(Person of Interest s1e1)
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Lost Love

It's been said that it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved (paraphrasing). Well I've finally loved and lost (big time) so now I have something new to add to my list of experiences and memories to haunt my thoughts.

One less thing to concern myself with so I can now focus and prepare for other experiential events :-|

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Nothing to Fear....

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After another sleepless night with nothing to do but think, I've been enlightened somewhat. Over time I've constantly asked myself what my greatest fear would possibly be. Death was quickly ruled out seeing that I look forward to it though I am a bit concerned about the way I die. But to cut to the chase, I've discovered that I fear having something to live for at the time that I'm about to die. Obviously, that's not the case at the moment. I have nothing keeping me here. No reason to get up in the morning. I'm just working that routine to the best of my abilities with some variation thrown in for good measure.


I don't know if this fear will last or become overwritten by another but it is what it is at the moment.


Choice or circumstance??????

To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
I don't think that when Shakespeare wrote these words in Hamlet he had an idea of how far-reaching they would be.

Shared Lives...

We meet people, and fall in love, and when we part they leave marks for us to remember them by. Our lovers sculpt us, they define us, for better or worse. Like a pinball, we slam into them and rebound in our different directions, propelled by the contact, and after the parting we might be scared, stronger or more fragile, or needy, or angry, or guilty, but never unchanged. Our lovers linger inside us, like ghosts, haunting the corridors and deserted rooms, sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming, but always there, waiting...
"Being Human, s1e5"

Trust Issues

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I generally find it hard to trust people on a day to day basis. I always think there's an ulterior motive.


Why don't I trust easily? I don't know, I just don't. With that being the case, there are just some persons who beg not to be trusted.


For example, one signs up to a social network (like Facebook) and proceed to knowingly, complete the form with misleading data. Why would someone do that? Especially seeing that outside of username and password, most of this data is optional!!!! So instead of just leaving the fields blank (to protect their privacy), they put in faulty data and mislead the "public" in a bid to protect their privacy.

Back to the Dark Side (not that I ever left)

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It's been quite a while since I've made an update to my blog. At one point I was inspired to start a sunny, cheery blog. That inspiration lasted all of two (2) posts and here I am again.


The reality for me is simply that the dark side is where I'm comfortable. The dark side is where I call home. It's actually loads of fun even though you wouldn't notice due to the lack of expression.


So....back to the ranting and raving......

A Day Made of Glass...

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Going Old School