Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Beast of Complacency

Why do people settle? Why do people forsake their dreams? Why do we compromise? Is it obligation? Is it lack of zeal? Perhaps disillusionment? I assert that it is the tenacious beast of complacency. It creeps into our lives, silently stifling our deepest passions and desires. It suffocates any trace of initiative. If we are not adamant about shirking this oppressive beast, it will consume and absorb all essences of self that dream. The beast is relentless and so must we be. So must I be.

Friday, December 26, 2008


The absurdity of people my age is...we assume people give a damn; or rather we are hoping, longing with every fiber of our being that someone does. Blogging, twittering, facebooking, etc. They are all testaments to this fact--we want someone to care. We believe somehow that other people care about the intimate details of our lives, or at least put up with them--perhaps I am being cynical, but I think not. Also, I am a member of, what seems to be, a most "self-aware" generations: personality tests galore, the emo-scene out of control--for example. However, despite our obvious attempts at understanding ourselves, I do not believe there has ever been a generation so at odds with itself. We are absurdly unaware and disconnected. We have more opportunities for connection (i.e. twitter, facebook) and introspection (i.e. personality tests) yet we live horribly dysfunctional lives...but who doesn't, right.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Shells and pieces

The heart so quickly attaches. It is so apt to cling and hold on for dear life, to something, anything. As humans we so easily surrender ourselves to the unknown, to the unexpected. We so easily entrust our fragile shells to the abyss, only to be broken to pieces, by some unforeseeable force. Why do we trust...?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Life is never quite what we plan...We strive and contrive, attempt to formulate and set goals of grandeur, yet our plans seem always to tumble and we always to fumble along the way of the unexpected. We anticipate and hope, long and desire after fantasies of our own making, and yet reality always surprises. Such is life...unexpected.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

A Sea of Words

I am inundated in a sea of white and black.

Words surround, engulf, envelop me.
I cannot seem to escape.

I am swimming in the midst of p's and q's;
However, they are not minding me.

I pass a plethora of r's, who are getting a little rowdy
And shouting something about the Transcendentalists.

I latch onto a semi-colon, hoping to float to shore instead of swim;
Yet, it sinks sadly beneath a pile of o's.

A question mark peaks its quizzical head
Out from underneath a gaggle of giggling s's,
Wondering, I'm sure as to my presence.

Periods dot my view, one appearing indiscriminately after an M and an R.

I finally wade ashore and find Ralph Waldo Emerson
And Henry David Thoreau chatting it up with Queen Elizabeth and Thomas Middleton--

Something about women's rights and the importance of self, but I cannot hear their whole conversation over the clamor of the ocean behind me.