my idea of beauty has significantly changed. Overcast and forlorn. Stillness and colorless. A deficit of people. Isolation. Now I am generated
I miss the feeling of innocence and naitivity before I had the courage to venture into myself. I miss the complete dependency on those who gave me life- the feeling of tangible security and protection.
But now romance is no longer found in a human- capable of fault but rather in something constant that neither touches or responds and is therefore incapable of causing pain. Something that does not reciprocate. Something that is me at my best, my calmest, my most enlightened moments.
The mountains, the willing movement of branches, the blanket of thick grey skies. Nostalgia. Silence, slow motion of life. Time to breathe, to think, to understand. God whatever and whomever He is is this. Something too great to fathom. Too peaceful to repay, too beautiful to describe. Too great to touch. The unknown is me and becomes known through the overwhelming beauty and power of nature- of God.
Through this realization, I understand time and its fragility. I see it all at once- the stages of a short life:where I came from and where I will end- where the ink in my pen will bleed its last.
Losing my passion is losing myself.
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Giving into technology
...Constantly relocating is starting to add to the wear and tear of my journal pages. So to avoid misplacing them, I've decided to finally maintain a blog with my personal entries from past and present experiences-travels, emotional roller coasters, moments of ecstasy, moments of emptiness/confusion and finally facing the realities of reality.
Thanks for reading, though sometimes journaling on impulse can make no sense
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