Sunday, May 31, 2009
Plato's Symposium.
I wish I knew what I was doing or getting myself into. Actually you know what, I do. And yet I just can't seem to step away and look at it through a more sensible view. I've turn into one of those many people I criticize and despise who can't seem to consider anything with emotions in a separate bag.
Oh fuck it, I have looked at it at every possible sensiblefucking angle. The only step that's lacking is calling the shots. A simple decision at two extreme ends, both inevitably leading to the same result. So what is the god damn fucking point then?
Live in the moment, mourn later? Mourn now and live restlessly with en even more troubled mind?