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[snapple_rehab]

time is ridiculous. 
we complain that there's not enough when theres too much, yet when theres too much we complain that there's not enough.

my world is spinning, like a broken hand on a clock. and i feel so torn about so many things.
for example.
i feel that our eyes are the windows to our souls, yet i also feel that we'd all see so much more

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[kmiotutsie]

it's true. have you seen waking life? some of the things you said in this post reminded me of the scene on the bridge-- the things he's saying are a lot like the things you're saying, but he's happy about it. let me see if i can find the monologue... it wouldn't hurt to glance again even if you've seen the movie already... mk, i think this is the whole thing:

On this bridge, Lorca warns: Life is not a dream, beware, and beware, and beware. And so many think because then happened, now isn't. But didn't I mention? The ongoing WOW is happening right NOW. We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance, for even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel starring clowns... An assumption developed that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely, which is to say, I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But, the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me, and