What comics taught me

The emotional dangers of this world is extreme. The Hulk taught me that. The pure rage and anger that pumps through his veins can fuel him forever. But Dr. Bruce Banner, the alter ego, is completely guilty by these pure emotions and does what he can to avoid the raw power of anger.

What do you see?

Today, I was challenged to think whether or not the life I am living is a dream or reality; whether I liked what I saw in the mirror; and whether this world is one dimensional or multi-dimensional.

I fell into Wonderland again, another rabbit hole with another layer of deception and ideas. To sort it out, Socrates pushed me to meet another source of problems to be sorted: Are we just assuming what we know?

The little thoughts in the back of your head

Do you ever worry that you won't ever be content with your life?
It's not a depression, but it's not happiness either. Just contentment.

Are you happy with the world you live in? The bed you sleep in, in the town you grew up in, the house you called home?

Or do you ever wonder that it'll take many trips and adventures, many days and years, to finally be content enough to settle down for a happily ever after?

Books and Tea, the less magical Me.

The feeling of being overwhelmed just because you somehow found yourself in the middle of something you didn't want to me in the middle of (typical me).

All I really wanted to do was sit in my room and read, drink a piping hot cup of tea and be okay with the world (even if it's just a pretend 'okay').

It's not an Obsession unless you spell it with a capital O.

Note to self: An addictive personality coupled with being completely consumed by something does not always mix well.

Eternity is just another name for Never

We could spend all of forever looking for something. We could check under the kitchen sinks, lift up the couch cushions, peak underneath the bed. We could chase after a faint idea of something, whatever it is, and hope we will find it before we die.

Or we could go after it with a club. Forget looking for it, we need to chase after it.

Procrastination is a skill of epic proportions

I don't know if I ever expressed the need for a vacation. Or the need for no homework, just for once.

Give me a week off. Give me a day to rest.

I don't know if I ever expressed the need for doing keeping busy. Or the need for doing so much work I can actually fall asleep at night, for once.

Give me as much work as can be offered. Give me a deadline and it will get done.

Have you ever gone to bed at night hoping that you've done the best you could to be a decent human being?

Look What Happened

I would admit that I'm scared at the prospect of screwing up my future. I would admit that I'm terrified of knowing that I will never escape the migraines and injuries that haunt me. I would confess that I don't know what I'm doing half the time and that I just pray I'm doing the best I can.

But that would mean I'm human, and being human is to be mortal, which is just as scary as admitting that I hate owing someone something, or worse - someone owing me something.

Escapism is a way of life.

All I can think about is escaping to my books from this reality. And all I really can assure myself is that they will take me whole-heartedly.

All I wanted to do was sleep

I never asked to be a leader. And I never asked to be a follower.

I like the fence, I like sitting out and watching both sides duke it out.

But now that you've made me a leader, I shall lead. And I promise, you may not like where I lead this to.

Twilight Tapping

Tap. Tap. Tap.
My fingers move around the keyboard trying to finish the work that needs to get done.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
The amount of time I spend on the internet is proportionally related to the amount of work that needs to get done: the larger the amount of work, the larger the amount of time I spend checking my news feeds, emails, the news, and blog.