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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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I am such a confused person, in so many aspects of my life. Suddenly every step I take has more weight, and I am so afraid of making big mistakes in my life. The more I think the more I get confused, and the more I listen to advice the more confused I get. I feel like the way I was back in Secondary School, so uncertain and unsure of myself. The difference is that I gradually came to believe in my ideals, that my life purpose was to make a big impact, to bring hope and a helping hand to people out there. I used to think that what I wanted out of life was to do something meaningful, but day by day I get more grounded, not by circumstance but by choice. Perhaps there isn't anything you can do for people out there, perhaps one starfish out of many doesn't matter because the moment you through one out, a dozen get washed up onto the shore. Perhaps the starfish would be happier, drying out on the beach than to go back to the endless, boundless sea where uncertainty and danger plague its existence. Perhaps the best way to help other is not to. That the best thing I can do is to help myself, secure a stable life for my future family, and abandon that Big Idea for fulfillment. Help myself before I help others. I don't remember the last time I made a good change in someone else's life. Out of my own selfishness to want to help others I have broken relationships and been forgotten. Why make a career choice out of it then? |