March 17, 2005

FINALLY...


How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)

That's how I feel. A moment of zen-like reflection. Life's moving but stagnant at the same time. I have not been living. Not really... except going to college day after day, watching re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. over and over again... basically not like the year before when A.V.Y.I.L. was running.

There was always something new to do or something new to learn. But now, everthing seems to be moving so fast that I feel that I am going nowhere but here...standing still. I don't want to write, but I feel I had to...

These few months has been hectic. Not a time to myself to think about what I have gone through and will be going through very, very soon now. No time to digest everything that has happened.

Hmmmm... been thinking about Death more frequently these few months. The same question arises, 'Where will I go when it is time?' This unsolvable enigma is unsurmountable.

Within Death's shadow, one cannot live. Who is he?

I have to stop here

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