more thoughts

life is transient.. who knows "what", "who" or "even" when is for certain apart from having an actual moment... only the moment of emotion and experience is real, for what became history could surface as something different, and the future is always untold..

hmmm.. as it is, we can only decide on what we felt best for ourselves, for a situation, or for those we cared for at that precise moment... and that moment of choice, can be that specific to change any moment ahead...

someone put up in her status "only when you put down hatred, then you will be able to move on"

on its own, isn't that such a sad statement to make.. why even introduce hatred... letting go and not be bitter... move on with grace... no such heart for grace maybe... well.. what do we decide to hold on and not let go simply determines what we keep within to make ourselves happier or not... do we blame or look upon ourselves... do we then blame just for some comfort of mistakes that were made... is this an alleviation or would it be delusion simply?

someone once told me i could tell the world what i wanted to world to see... how certain an opinion... everyone is showing and telling the world what they wanted the world to see, no? out of bitterness, to defend, to blame... yet in the quietest moments and deepest nights... why is it so painful to remember to ask why, yet not think why? or perhaps we understand why therefore refuse to think in truth even?

hmmmm... life... surely it teaches us from time to time... how conveniently we can decide to make choices of the mind to help us see what we want to see, read what we want to read to lead the life we wanted to lead anyway...

in a blue moon...

i have been having the thought to blog for awhile, but been avoiding it somehow.. for i think of who may be reading it.. and i fear judgement of some kind.. yet thinking again, doesn't this place belong to me?

i fear the words that i express with, that i may not like what they speak to me.. or speak of myself..

the speed of how things move.. are somewhat interesting.. packing each to the brim... working like i've got so much to do, meeting up with friends till i hardly even rest.. leaving no room for anything at all... and that's for over 2 months now.. i have no idea if this is anyway fulfilling, deluding, or just getting by somehow...

is it with age? or is it about life that made me not remember that these months just ran by me at such speed?

was i once remorseful, guilt-stricken, then awaken to see that this was not all of it? did i just finally see that it wasn't all about how was i not up to it... so many voices speak yet the truth lies only in the hearts don't they... even words we speak hardly express the depths of our thoughts and genuine emotions...

actions are translations of thoughts, intentions, defense, response, denial, desires, resentment, deceit... and so many more, who is to say, which of these do actions represent? there could be so many more emotions beneath the facade of a smile, an opinion, an expression, or a gesture, or not?

many i miss, many i wish i otherwise did, all of whom and which i appreciate... those who trampled taught me strength, those who loved taught me faith, those who believed taught me grace, those who deceived taught me truth, those who shared taught me listening, those who angered taught me fear... those who left taught me how i should stay...