random rantings rattling round

'just how much is a person able to uptake in life?'

there'll be one day where we'll go bersark by everything that comes,
there'll be a time when everything doesn't start to fall in place,
there'll be the time when we get so despaired beyond words,

and as always,
impermenance,
the time will pass, worry not.

but the question is,
how long?
how long before the turbulent period will end?
how long will it carry on before we start to crumble?



darn it.

there's so much more i want to do,
so much more i want to achieve.
but how much am i willing to put in, give up?

why are doubts irritating?
because they make you question yourself,
they make you lose your focus on the goal,
they flicker the determination.

and, they are the result of,
fear
how scary can a simple four-letter word be.


screw it.


i'm not in a great mood now.

why must words all be so easily said,
but actions so hard to be executed?
wanting is not good enough, but achieving.

i want my goal to be met.
i have met my goal.
which gives you more pleasure?
the latter, of course.


i sound disappointed, despaired, dejected, ddd.
well, technically, yes, i am.
the reasons are numerous,
but i don't wish to elaborate here.
i'm introverted, ha.






i know there'll be a day i look back at this,
and laugh at its ridiculousness.
because i already knew the answer


ponder. ponder. ponder.