whats the deal with fresh starts?
i am a big fan of fresh starts. why? cuz they are fresh, and as with things fresh, they smell nice and juicy.. full of ready-to-ripe promises.
start cuz thats the best part of every experience. the attack of a note, the foreplay, the buzz of a conversation... starts define. starts command.
why to follow up when starts have all the magic and the rest is only tragic hope and hopeless maintenance? no seriously, why? apart from some abstract certainty it gives us nothing. in turn it erases so many possibilities. worse, it erases even the buzz that stings pleasurably at the mere sight of a possibility on horizon. in exchange for certainty, it plants in our heads and hearts the insects of forever-n-ever doubt. doubt of things past, doubt of things could-have-beens, doubts of future.
is it grace in present or is it simply dying a slow uneventful death?
hmm... maybe certainty is that valuable.
maybe.
but until i get tired and my bones get rickety and my eyes stop gouging out with my mouth going 'oooh' for every other new thing and until i stop exclaiming 'awesome' 'kickass' every other time and until i stop getting drunk over beauty in any and every form and until i stop smiling and grinning and being happy for nothing and until i stop taking flights of imagination every now and then, and until i give up on life... certainty has to wait.
grace. do find me.
cheers to another clean slate. ya.. i noticed, its not all too clean. hey i am human. those layers below are called 'character'. maybe this clean slate business is plain escapism. well, give all you've got and if nothing comes off it, move on. thats what you gotta do. thats no escapism. no point in mooring hopes in things broken and dead.
truth to tell, even this fresh starts business gets tiring. but its like democracy - there's no better alternative.
start cuz thats the best part of every experience. the attack of a note, the foreplay, the buzz of a conversation... starts define. starts command.
why to follow up when starts have all the magic and the rest is only tragic hope and hopeless maintenance? no seriously, why? apart from some abstract certainty it gives us nothing. in turn it erases so many possibilities. worse, it erases even the buzz that stings pleasurably at the mere sight of a possibility on horizon. in exchange for certainty, it plants in our heads and hearts the insects of forever-n-ever doubt. doubt of things past, doubt of things could-have-beens, doubts of future.
is it grace in present or is it simply dying a slow uneventful death?
hmm... maybe certainty is that valuable.
maybe.
but until i get tired and my bones get rickety and my eyes stop gouging out with my mouth going 'oooh' for every other new thing and until i stop exclaiming 'awesome' 'kickass' every other time and until i stop getting drunk over beauty in any and every form and until i stop smiling and grinning and being happy for nothing and until i stop taking flights of imagination every now and then, and until i give up on life... certainty has to wait.
grace. do find me.
cheers to another clean slate. ya.. i noticed, its not all too clean. hey i am human. those layers below are called 'character'. maybe this clean slate business is plain escapism. well, give all you've got and if nothing comes off it, move on. thats what you gotta do. thats no escapism. no point in mooring hopes in things broken and dead.
truth to tell, even this fresh starts business gets tiring. but its like democracy - there's no better alternative.
Comments
very nice article. loved it!
I can relate to it.
hahaah! do u think this is for shoes! lol!
crazy!
and bad at spamming too..
@as thanx ya.. :)