my reality: empty.

Wednesday 18 February 2009

empty.

i've composed at least 10 different posts in my head over the past couple of weeks... but every time i think about typing it out and putting it up i feel guilty because i feel like i should be dealing with some assignment i have, or completing some reading for class. or i'm just done with typing and i really don't feel like stringing together another coherent sentence.

which is rather ironic because i told myself two weeks ago, when i got the letter, that i was going to put academics in the back seat, at least for a while. i want to, and i think i need to. there are more important things in life. but old habits die hard.

i really want to get a B this term. time to start working on it.

4 comments:

Bryan said...: Just hang out with me for a while. I usually get at least 1 every term. Sometimes 2 if I feel the need.; 18 February 2009 at 08:24
delle. said...: lol... thanks, bryan. =) it's nice of you to offer even though we're not friends.; 18 February 2009 at 16:32
AmbivalentMonk said...: I can't quite let go of my obsession over grades, either.
Instead of running the risk of an A- or B+ in my Environmental Econ class, I might take it pass no-pass.; 18 February 2009 at 21:37
delle. said...: i can totally relate. but yeah, i think i need to be able to get a B and be okay with it, you know?; 19 February 2009 at 03:58

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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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Wednesday 18 February 2009

empty.

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