The Blessed Curse of Understanding Life

I remember it was late on New Years Eve when I was thirteen years-old, when my long partied-out Uncle drunkenly slurs to me;

"How in god's name did you get to be so wise for just a kid?'

And I think that was the first of many times in my life that I realised I'm actually probably a little bit crazy.

I Choose To Be Alive

"You put too much pressure on yourself."

You tell me,

"Have patience, you don’t have to do everything now.",

“You have so much time to do that when you are older.”

And I want to scream and grab you by the shoulders,

And yell,

"Do you fully, truly grasp the concept of death? Do you really understand that we are completely unaware and defenseless against this ‘thing’ that is indisputably, inevitably going to happen to every single last one of us, in which we just stop being?

The Great Blogging Dread

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One thing I've come to realise lately, is that blogging is a very strange and very different world.

I recently took a step back from being a blogger, and in the process, realised some even stranger, and dare I say... scarier things about the blogosphere.

Because after spending the past year and a half feeling rather content with my own little corner of the internet, this sensation had begun to creep up on me slowly and surely, and before I could even recognise what was happening, it had gripped onto me tight.

It had got me.

The Great Blogging Dread.

The Silver Perspective

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I have been in some incredibly pensive moods as of late.

Forgive me if I sound a little self-centered, 

But sometimes I feel my thoughts are positively architectural.