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Post by anirbas on Aug 16, 2019 16:30:23 GMT -6
this aimless wandering shuffling the cold ashes of frustrated resignation inspiration no where no where to be found
an endless haze of ambivalent days nose to the grindstone trudging reality's maze of making ends meet
sponsoring shining good appearances despite being trapped in a time warp loop an ancient insect caught in a globule of amber
stifled to the core stagnation weary body heart and soul mired in a perpetual state of longstanding unexpected celibacy
spirit searches frantically for an exit Hendrix had it right when he sang out loud "there must be some way outta here"
this aimless wandering shuffling the cold ashes of frustrated resignation inspiration no where no where to be found
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Post by darkness0within on Oct 19, 2019 7:36:43 GMT -6
I have always thought we are here to learn anirbas.
Learn about the world around us. The people around us. Learn about our strengths, and our weaknesses, which I have both in equal measure.
Some of those lessons are surprisingly simple. But so hard to learn too. That's one of the the paradoxes of life.
The mundane becomes our safety blanket. The unknown a fear to shy away from.
Fine words my friend.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 23, 2019 19:01:17 GMT -6
Yes, exactly. And thank you!
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Post by anirbas on Apr 5, 2020 22:48:50 GMT -6
We are living through history some say to me I prefer my history past tense thank you This present tense moment has me feeling queasy discombobulated easily agitated
A seasick vessel adrift in an aquamarine ocean of quarantine advice and tips
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Post by darkness0within on Apr 6, 2020 6:53:59 GMT -6
We all are creating our own histories anirbas. Some of us will be remembered by many for the histories we create, while others histories will only be remembered by a few. Or not at all for some. What is important is trying to live the best life we can , in the time we have here.
You can do no more...
The unknown can be very scary.
This current situation is no different to others in the past. The same fears stalk in the shadows of the mind, as they did in the many plagues that beset civilization long ago. Back then the population did not know what was causing the death of so many. Superstition took hold, and wild theories spread across the land... Sound familiar?
There was an aftermath to the plagues too. Economic and social. But they recovered. As will we.
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