Pain

The Pain connects us all, calls to me like none other. The Pain that reminds me of being human, for without it, there is no anchor to reality. It is what is common to us all.

We cannot do without pain. It is only with pain, that the struggle of our life bears meaning. It is only with pain, that experiences become richer, that characters become stronger and show the differences between Good and Evil. And Pain, is neither of the both. It simply is.

And when the blood is released, much like the cutting of my hair, it is a release of the Self. Today is Sunday, and I feel the Pain.

Defeat

My life has slowed to a standstill, defeated by the obstacles of life. Where I have encouraged others to swerve away from this path of no return, I have myself walked down this road to nowhere. I am doomed for eternity to walk this wretched roads, as befits this life of mine. This is the nadir, the bottomless pit of which I am the slave of. This is nihilism.

Fateworks on the Eve

The whole blog reeks of negativity, of nihilism, as I rail against the unfairness, the shortfalls that punctuate my life, and yet, it is far from the dismal end. It is merely a phase, and all my pieces masturbatory pieces of art. The stench of my effusions mask both the truths and the lies, and I began to find a signpost in the desert of life.

I should be working for a cause now. I have been wandering too long, drawn away by the mirages of salesmen and preachers of lust.

It is all in the works of fate.