The heart wonders, a slave to it’s own selfishness.
The only happiness worth having is the happiness of others, above your own ambitions/desires.
People are people, bad and good. You can only ever strive to be a good person and do good to others. Treat people as you’d like to be treated. What else is there other than selflessness?
Late hours are late and the mind melts in frustration to the confusions of modern day living.
Our brains are our castles, our dreams; our foundations. One foot in front of the other as we walk towards certain death without fear; as all death is certain.
It isn’t certainty that clouds our judgements, rather the opposite.
What happens today? What happens tomorrow? In a month? Or a year or decade? Will we succeed in our goals? Certainty bores us. We clamour to the glimmer of possibility in impossibility. Failure scares us but drives us to jump forward to progress. People leave people behind as they grow.
And we grow and we grow, but what makes a good person?
Mistakes can never be forgotten. Nor should they be.
We are who we are. Intelligent primates; apparently.
oh-ho-ho the hermit life for me. Time’s running out.