And Inspiration Can Come From The Strangest Of Places

yet again, i enter some rediculous excerpt from my journal. maybe it's in hopes that someone will read and.... reply if they get it.

 Years were wasted, tossed away like moldy pizza crust. Finding yourself became
harder. But that only created motivation; it only encrusted you with a dried
metalic layer of inspiration.
I guess.
Maybe you never really do find yourself. Perhaps it's a never-ending quest
or something that you're always doing, and is always in progress. It's likely
that finding yourself is just some sort of inspiration in itself.
I.... would guess.
But that's just it. Maybe when you finally do "find yourself", you're on
your way to gates of white or somewhere deep in the layers of our Earthen-
bound planet. Perhaps, when the "hand of eternal glory", so-to-speak, has
gripped us so tightly as to remove all ability to hold down air.... maybe then
we understand those Great Questions and theories that crazy scientists presented.
Maybe then and only then will we accept all that has ever been questioned.
And maybe, for want of a better word, then perhaps we'll just leave all of that
alone, accepting what is. Maybe, again for want of a far better word, we
should just wait and not always crave for answers so badly.
I guess.

 

Reviews

[Rosalie]

I can't say I get this completely, but I can say that it's good.

[__Flaw__]

A thought for/from a thought: Some one said that, if u ever find urself, u have had infact found God....found eternity.
So u see, it's not as simple as we might think, finding ourselves, pinpointing the exact me/you... just as u said, it takes ages, or lifetime...but i think, it's a process...and not just an immediate conclusion. We are slaves of circumstances and environment, and they don't remain same...do they? And so are we. And coping up with this change is sometimes hard to follow...
Anyways, it's good you think about other stuff, coffee and shopping are least on ur mind. Hope u every success :))))