Monday, January 03, 2005
so its 2005, bloomin eck, hav started the year with a scab on my chin and a hangover but am fantastically happy and must just thank the music for forever being in my heart and therefore in my head.
being reminded of ones own mortality is a constant strain, particularly when one never really ackknowledges how close to death they are. but isnt it better that way? we are all going to die so should just get on with it instead of being preoccupied with the ever impending final whistle. i.e, i am so clumsy that i quite often come close to seriously injuring myself but am never really instilled with fear, never to the extent that i take stock and become more cautious but in doing this i am appreciating life. yes it is precious but only when it is lived.
therefore 2005 will be the year of life.
being reminded of ones own mortality is a constant strain, particularly when one never really ackknowledges how close to death they are. but isnt it better that way? we are all going to die so should just get on with it instead of being preoccupied with the ever impending final whistle. i.e, i am so clumsy that i quite often come close to seriously injuring myself but am never really instilled with fear, never to the extent that i take stock and become more cautious but in doing this i am appreciating life. yes it is precious but only when it is lived.
therefore 2005 will be the year of life.
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