September 7th, 2006
Fight or flight?
The most dreadful moment that could ever possibly happen to me is when I decide to surrender to hopelessness and detest all the idealisms left in me. The time I shall begin to renounce poetries, songs, writings and works of love or misery or passion for life is the day I will stop all expressions of art - the day wherein I would just be living only to exist. That is perhaps the day I will begin to feel numb. If only numbness occured by choice then I would definetely rather feel than be cold... but because this develops from the delusions of hope which time refuses to reward, I might unknowingly become like one of them soon...- those who have forgotten the zest for life. I feel like I have started to venture into the convenience of the other side and it scares me a lot to find too much comfort in that practical place. The momentum of my life might stop and I will not be able to grow with too much easiness.
God, I hope I will not find too much comfort in anything.