It's amazing how liberated I feel. In times past, I always desired freedom from something, whether it be from my psychological paralyses, from my enemies, or my memories. But now they're all gone. Nothing inhibits me, as it did before. I am no longer a fool who was beset by Hamlet's curse, someone James Joyce could write about and spit. I have no ( Read more... )

It's unreal how nothing in the universe feels "necessary ( Read more... )

ohh... Why am I such a nostalgic? Why do I remember times being better than they really were?

Something tells me that if I quit tarrying, and just read Plato, I'll get the answers I'm looking for.

Is there anything good about those days where you feel sick in every sense, you just want to stay still and sleep, but there are too many objectives to be fulfilled for any rest? Yes. That's when you cultivate your will. You will yourself to act, no matter how paralyzed you feel. It makes you stronger.

What a dark day. I awoke this morning from the bleakest dream I've had in over a year... I had only one year to live, for a disease within my body was rapidly devouring my life. For awhile, I could not remember that merciless dream, but it awoke in my mind in the afternoon. My grade in English for a test was disappointing, solidifying my distaste ( Read more... )

No more philosophy, no more thoughts of the systematic kind, no more restraints on who I'm supposed to be ( Read more... )

I think I'm gonna do two things now ( Read more... )

In all honesty, my life couldn't be much better. But I can't escape the gripping, oppressive feeling that something, somewhere, is about to go terribly wrong. The deck of cards I've stacked up this year, built in an interim of neither great sorrow nor great joy, will come toppling down ( Read more... )

Rejoice! Valhalla is built! This is the power we have won for ourselves!