trueism

We all imagine ourselves as the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice on when we rise... or when we fall? Or does a force much larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that guides our hands? Does science point our way? Or is it God that intervenes, keeping us safe?


While it's been way too long since i've last posted anything of value up here, i'm sure you all would clearly understand why.

Just as stark as the winds which are so callously storming through our fair nation continues to rage on; the same transcending emotion cascades through my very lifeblood.

You keep hoping that you have some control over the very life that you lead. You believe that with every passing moment, another will pass in just the same manner; deliberately and ultimately decidedly.

Yet you know that for every single opportunity that life gives you, there comes a reasonably high and altogether unfallible price tag. Like a bill with no payment date on it, the day of retribution will come...and, more disturbingly, without warning.

Like karma, the good you do in life will return in similar if not equal providence to you and/or your family. And whatever bad that you have done, will have equal if not increased retribution.

So we pass through life hoping that all we've ever done is good, and pray that whatever evils we may have transgressed on other passing souls have or at least will have been forgiven.

But what if it isn't? I still have mountains of anger pent up inside of me. Therefore i should only gather that the same amount of hate or spite is nesting in some other hapless individuals out there.

Emotions are queer. You may love someone today..and hate them tomorrow. You may praise him today, but damn him to hell the next.

Over the past year, i've seen them all: love, hate, spite, forgiveness, hatred, fear, greatfulness - you name it. I've shut half of my friends away because for the first time in 24 years, i don't have the courage the deal with my emotions. At least..not for this year.

So, with 2007 fast approaching, i can only hope - and pray - that my emotions for next year will be manageable..and i hope that most of you who i have so shamefully discarded this year will find it in your heart of hearts to..forgive me.

I am human after all.

Comments

iDAN said…
Ahhhh..finally something to read!!!..
11:36 AM
Anonymous said…
this sounds so much like the heroes narrator!
-pian-
2:03 PM
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