my reality: but.

Friday, 22 February 2008

but.

sometimes you hear what you don't wanna hear.
sometimes you're forced to think about what you don't wanna think about.
sometimes you have to face what you don't wanna face.
sometimes you gotta do what you don't wanna do.

but.

what if you're right?

what if what you wanted to hear was what you wanted to hear because it is truth?
what if you what you wanted to think about was what you wanted to think about because it makes sense?
what if you didn't wanna face what you didn't wanna face because there is nothing to face?
what if you didn't do what you didn't wanna do because it is wrong?

but.

what if you're wrong?

2 comments:

Magdalene-Sophie said...: i haven't been reading your blog for the longest time............

hope you're doing well there, delle :)

*rainbows*; 24 February 2008 at 07:48
Adelle said...: hey maggie mee! how's it going for you? i just dropped by your blog after not visiting for a while too... =); 10 March 2008 at 04:21

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Friday, 22 February 2008

but.

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