It will all work out, however it is supposed to be. There is a bipolarity about our kind that is a crazy mixture of insane self-discipline, and the reckless abandon of giving ourselves away to our hearts and our dreams... no matter how unattainable and masochistic they may be.
Time lets these actions and their consequences unfold in a sort of staccato binary pattern so that upon reflection, before our eyes close on our deathbeds, we may gaze upon the vivid, changing, infinite digital landscapes of our souls.
There is a strength and a weakness to self-discipline. There are two sides to having control of a situation... to be summed up by the image of you in the protective barrier that you have built, to keep the scary things out. You may be safe. But you are still in a cage.
And by 'you', I mean 'me'. And everyone we know.
Never interpret your irrational quest for What Feels Right as a moment of weakness. Never write something off as a shortcoming because you followed omens, and it hurt, or you were wrong. These are not moments of weakness. These are just something other than common sense.
We try so hard to do the right thing. Sometimes there are two kinds of right things, and they are somewhat opposite. Whatever the outcome... there is a marvelous accidentalism to it. We mad ones must dive into our lives with an old wisdom, and a youthful lack of regret.
la la. la yeah. *little dance*
i do not know what any of this means to me. it is not a Truth. I'm not referring to anything. it is what is travelling through my brain at this time.
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