edwin

It's funny how profound an impact the arts can have on us. How a song can turnaround your day. How a painting can open your mind. How a film can make you believe. How fantasy can become reality.

Last night I watched a DVD and it made me misty. These people had chased their dreams and for a brief period caught up to them only to have it all come crashing down in the end. There they were reflecting, savoring, and second guessing themselves. It was sad, beautiful, and inspiring. It always delights me to hear people talk of their passions. The words are so pure and full of truth.

I hardly trust a soul, and I always doubt what anyone says to me... a product of always being burned for being so benevolent and naive in my younger years... but I can see passion. If you're passionate about something I'll listen to you. I'll even believe you. I think I'd also envy you. My passions are like Fridays... constant but infrequent.

Another day, another dollar, another tear, another regret. Why don't I care? Why am I alive with lifelessness? So many questions, so little time... and answers.


Hope all of you are enjoying the present and not freaking out about the past and future too much


p.s. added some new pics if anyone cares to see.