Poncho:
I have never questioned my life as much as I have now. I am beginning to wonder if this is how it will always be. Always searching for an answer, always seeming that there is something missing. What would it be like if I had no worries? What would it be like if I had no responsibilities? How much greater would life be without having to do the things I do? What would it like to be free???
Imagine a life that is free from anything that has ever held you back. You are capable of doing anything you ever dreamed of. You dont have to worry about the reactions to you actions. Death is an unknown concept in this world. Everything that you do is never looked down upon. What has been done has been done and that is all there is to it. You are free to do anything and anything can always be done.
I dreamed of this world. I tried to live in this world but this world is nothing but a dream. For with choices come responsibilities. With responsibilities comes things that hold you back. These things decrease what we wish to enjoy and experience. All these things come in time, it is no wonder why so many people struggle through their years. How can we be happy? Will knowing everything make us happy or is it our emotions that we bring us to true happiness? Maybe we are happy but we hide it with what we dont know.
-Dave
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
The 6th of October --- My Second Life
Poncho:
Tonight I woke up three years in my past. I was a freshman in college again. Open minded and without a care in the world. I remembered her though. Her memory began to haunt me then as it does now. The difference was that I could not remember her face. I could tell that my path was not the same as it was. I was taking a completely different direction. I meet different people. I went different places. I never meet her when I was supposed to.
I was happy but at the same time empty. There was something missing. I feel the same way as I did before I awoke. I could not figure out anything. I was stepping into the world of insanity. My days became longer as my nights became shorter. I had it all but really it was nothing at all. I was blinded but what I have forgotten. The thing that drove me crazy was that I remembered her.
I wondered what would happen if our paths did cross for the first time again? Would I go out of my way to talk to her at a bar? Would time freeze as she walked by me on the walkway in front of the library? Would we run into each other and make eye contact, then fall in love? If we did, would it be different from what has already been? If so, what could possible be different from before?
This makes me question what was, what could have been, and what will be. As we reflex our past, do we have the power to change our future? Or is it as we fell the future, do we have the power to change our past? For is it our past and memories that makes up life. For a moment is a moment but our past is indefinete. It is full of our memories. How helpless are we when it comes to controlling our lives? It is so hard not to think about what could of been...
-Dave
Tonight I woke up three years in my past. I was a freshman in college again. Open minded and without a care in the world. I remembered her though. Her memory began to haunt me then as it does now. The difference was that I could not remember her face. I could tell that my path was not the same as it was. I was taking a completely different direction. I meet different people. I went different places. I never meet her when I was supposed to.
I was happy but at the same time empty. There was something missing. I feel the same way as I did before I awoke. I could not figure out anything. I was stepping into the world of insanity. My days became longer as my nights became shorter. I had it all but really it was nothing at all. I was blinded but what I have forgotten. The thing that drove me crazy was that I remembered her.
I wondered what would happen if our paths did cross for the first time again? Would I go out of my way to talk to her at a bar? Would time freeze as she walked by me on the walkway in front of the library? Would we run into each other and make eye contact, then fall in love? If we did, would it be different from what has already been? If so, what could possible be different from before?
This makes me question what was, what could have been, and what will be. As we reflex our past, do we have the power to change our future? Or is it as we fell the future, do we have the power to change our past? For is it our past and memories that makes up life. For a moment is a moment but our past is indefinete. It is full of our memories. How helpless are we when it comes to controlling our lives? It is so hard not to think about what could of been...
-Dave
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Tuesday--October 5th-- The Working Mind
- Poncho:
Tuesday--October 5th
Why am I here? What makes that things I do so important? How does my life relate to the rest of the world? Am I here to enjoy or I am here to improve the quality of life for those to come? Am I to research and discover life saving vaccines or invent a way to stop the decay of our cells so we can escape the fate of old age? Do people wish that they were me? Does jeaulousy run through the veins of my peers? Will asking questions help me find answers? Does my knowledge just bring me more pain? Is ignorance really bliss? Why most I face the outcomes of my failures? How come everything can't just work out? Why most dissapointments be so common? Does true happiness really exist? Can I live without one of my lungs? Where would I be right now if I did not go to college? Would I have a family? Would I be dead? How big a part does isolation play in evolution? Will the questions ever stop? What would make me feel complete? What am I really looking for in a female? Is it the color of her eyes, the texture of her hair, the figure of her body, the way her words roll off her tongue, the structure of her smile, the way she looks at me, the way our chemical properties react to one another, the way my heart begins to race when I encounter her, or is the fact that I lust and only lust? How many more days will I fell like I am alone? Do memories destroy the excitement of experiences? If I could not remember would my life ever seem dull? Why does no one like to listen to me? What is time anyway? Is it the measure of my presence on this planet or is it one of the dimension that effects the whole universe? Can you really bend light? Who will be the one that shows me the way?
-Dave
p.s. Does anyone really care?
Friday, October 01, 2004
Apple Blossom
Empty and without a cause,
My mind is blank and I start to pause,
Nothing can compare to you,
So very unique the things you do,
Looking for something to say,
Has never been with this much delay,
The thoughts of you never pass,
A porcelain goddess made of glass,
They tell me that I should keep going,
Your eyes are blue and always showing,
Now they mention the site of your hair,
My mind explodes it’s too much to bare
That smile of yours is a perfect match,
How can anyone not become attached?
These feeling aside, I still can’t hide,
The thought of us standing side by side.
My mind is blank and I start to pause,
Nothing can compare to you,
So very unique the things you do,
Looking for something to say,
Has never been with this much delay,
The thoughts of you never pass,
A porcelain goddess made of glass,
They tell me that I should keep going,
Your eyes are blue and always showing,
Now they mention the site of your hair,
My mind explodes it’s too much to bare
That smile of yours is a perfect match,
How can anyone not become attached?
These feeling aside, I still can’t hide,
The thought of us standing side by side.
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