There are great minds, and there are greater minds.
I want to take more into my hands, or at least the few things that I can manage, into my hands, like moving out. I believe it is about that time, although others may say it is already past due. They are probably right, and I can already feel my spirit and my destiny relaxing at the thought of finally being on my own. I have much to do and accomplish, there are just too many distractions in the way. Living with family is wonderful don’t get me wrong — it’s beautiful and if I could I’d do it forever — as I once thought I could, but as I’ve learned lately this option is not only impossible, it is unnatural, it is harmful, it is foolish. I need to enjoy the life I imagine, because the way I’m living now has got me constantly looking for happiness in pointless things, things that do nothing for me spiritually and even physically. I want to live with my friends, I want to start making good money, and I want to indulge my wishes, from traveling America and the whole world to little things like going out whenever I want wherever without having to answer to anyone. I’ve deprived myself of this for quite some time now and I think it has taken its toll already, so I cannot wait much longer. The question is: what will I pursue for my livelihood? The answer? I already know it. It is just gathering the courage to acting upon it once and for all. Either that or I’m completely detached and I need to be more practical. There is always my original plan, the academic and political one, which originally I believed was my destiny, but I have many reservations here too. What will I do? Lord Knows.
Liberalism is the religion of the gods.
when I believe less I believe more,
my feelings open and like mist,
they cool and permeate the air,
around me and everybody in my circle.
life is a winding road to endlessness,
infinite and perhaps with no answers,
I thought I’d find them and found none,
yet I still look for some…
what will happen when the world is undone,
and karma comes strolling back,
I’m a writer I say, a writer on one end,
a musician with a different mind on the other.
I am many things, infinite as the sun,
now I shouldn’t let it go,
instead I should be god with my own robe,
glancing down from the heavens with a grim smile.
art is epic and I am a roman,
standing with sword and fist afoot,
before the chamber of justice I am,
a pagan worshipping idol, wrestling with god for his throne.
“we’ll fight till the end, and that smile will only last until then.” Jass to portis in 123 s.e.