“I don’t care what they think of me.”
You are the sum of your actions. Forget this not, for it is true. When you die and head toward whatever God you so deem worthy to believe in, it is your actions that are judged, and if you so believe there is no greater power, your actions are all that will be remembered. You’re not what you make yourself, you are – in the big picture – what people see you as. You can try as hard as you want to make people laugh, if nobody does, you’re no comedian. Take heart the words thrown or given, they have meaning, no matter how cruel or sarcastic, they are there.
You are the sum of your actions, yet your actions are a canvas for other to paint their view on. Then, in the end, number one ‘aint nothin’ but the opinion of the man.
“I like it, this beautiful pain.”
The Yin Yang. In all evil there is good, and in all good there is evil. Opposites exist to create one another, without good there is no evil, without pain there cannot be pleasure. All is equal, all is balanced in the end. If you’ve ever been truly heartbroken, you know the one. You can’t move, you can’t think. You sit and wait for something to make that hole in your chest stop falling, making itself even deeper, darker, harder to bear.
That, my friends, is one of the most amazing feelings you can come across, in order to feel such immense and terrible pain, you have to have been truly happy. Be thankful for that pain, it’s a validation of your joy. Yes, the joy has passed to cause the pain, but in order for the pain to persist there is more of the good headed you way.
Chin up my friends, you’re all hurting, I can’t say I know how you feel, I do know that one day you’ll get that karmatic kick you all need, you’ll be so happy you’ll forget I wrote this, you’ll forget this hurt ever existed.
I’m still here, I’m still waiting. I’ll push on and see through to tomorrow, all to keep that smile on your faces. I’ve had my pleasure and my pain, I’ve seen both edges of my universe, or as far as they’ve expanded. My actions, meant to help heal and uplift you, are here for you to judge.
So lower you heads and weep into the night, and remember the immortal words of the great Leopold “Butters” Stotch, “I’d rather be a crybaby pussy than some stupid faggy goth kid.”
I’ll be here come tomorrow, so please, sit and watch the sun rise with me, and forget what plagued you last night.
-Hawk of www.xenith.net
As much as I absolutely hate it when people quote stuff and put that crap in their blogs because they’re too stupid and lazy to have an original thought, this seems truly noteworthy enough to make an exception. I like this. It’s true and original. The world needs some truth and originality.
Well I’ve been reading over some old posts of mine and I’ve discovered one thing that I started a discussion that over 4500 people have looked at. Don’t know why I put that here but I rather think it’s hilarious that I raised a point in 8th grade that around 4500 people thought was interesting enough to read. I guess it does raise an important point about the internet. You are completly judged by what you write. It doesn’t matter if your black, white, or a girl or a guy no one knows. Funny how the internet, perhaps one of the least personal inventions ever conceived is where prejudice dies.
Sigh. School. The official day care center of the state. More on this tomorrow.
