Wish You Were Here..(II).

who awakened my anger

who condemned it

and turned it into sadness

hated the sadness,

turned it into wrath

we live in a society where obnoxiousnes is covered in smiles, rudeness in less rude words, bad intentions in the usage of nice words and lies

“A good will is good not because of what it effects, or accomplishes, not because of its fitness to attain some intended end, but good just by its willing, i.e. in itself; and, considered by itself, it is to be esteemed beyond compare much higher than anything that could ever be brought about by it in favor of some inclinations, and indeed, if you will, the sum of all inclinations. Even if by some particular disfavor of fate, or by the scanty endowment of a stepmotherly nature, this will should entirely lack the capacity to carry through its purpose; if despite its greatest striving it should still accomplish nothing, and only the good will were to remain (not of course, as a mere wish, but as the summoning of all means that are within our control); then, like a jewel, it would still shine by itself, as something that has full worth in itself". 

-Immanuel Kant

if it rained all day 24/7 and i lived outside i would be wet but it would be like being dry

even the color of the sky influences the mood -

lisa told me that its not possible to live in a world with no influence at all -

i knew she was right the second she finished her sentence

the mood took me to this conflict of mine & today i know i shouldnt be surprised about peoples power - people talk & influence other people that will also influence other people etc etc etc

why did this confuse me back then?

when even the sound of the wind makes us feel things?

why did it confuse me when even the sound of the rain is heard?

it confused me although the white skies could change my whole mood-

today i know how i act in this world influences others

i say things and they get repeated

i have silent admirers because admirers are always silent

just like i am when i admire someone

the question that remains is whether it is lack of courage, shyness, jealousy or pride that makes us stay silent

lack of courage often is rewritten as pride - just to make it easier for the ego to understand

Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart.

Nofacewrites (via thoughtkick)

im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up

“I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?”

— Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity