Pending

Preperation is better than desperation, but when your inspiration leads you to procrastination  then you have to make due. Who knows. Success may be just past that wall. Just do what you can with what you have.

Precipice of Procrastination- An Anatomy of Meloncholy

I've spent so much of my life on useless things, watching the things I love pass me by. I should leap from the precipice of procrastination and dive head first into the icy waters of life. Who cares if there are rocks below, better to die quickly in the fall on the rocks below then to whither slowly up above.

Silence

Theres a certain despicable quality about hearing ones own voice speak out into the world. It is as if you are releasing from your mind a wild beast that perhaps could be good and perhaps could be bad. For instance your words could bring life or they could harm  those around you. Though they can be discriminated by their types very often it can be hard to judge the consequences of what you do. So very often we choose to keep our mouths shut, to close pandora's box, and to not allow into the world what could be so very destructive, but in doing so we hold back all possible wonders, and cures, and glories. So livintg meager silence existances we are made no more than animals be our cowardice. Speaking no words of power, having no language of meaning, and falling into the daily mundane routine of yesterday.

The End

So theres this thing about mortality. We die. What we do comes to an end and things are kind of cut off prematurely. It's the nature of living in a world with endings. Inevitably things stop, and they may never have reached the point that we wished they had. I don't know what the future holds, but bearing in mind that this may very well be the first and final post here, I think it best to finish on a complete note. In other words I have no intention or need for a sequal. Necesarily this is a blog and it is desighned for multiple entries, but how many blogs lie abondoned and forgotten in the nooks and crannies of cyberspace. A goodly few I'm certain. So in understanding of the likelyhood that this will be the only missive ever cast upon this small and as yet uninhabited island I'll explain it's existance. Atlas is the Titan who Zeus cursed to hold up the sky. Often given the term of bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. I appreciate the anology becuase we all have our burdens to bear. His curse is what defined him. Thats not so uncommen. Our burdens are what make us stronger, and we have to be willing to carry them, for our sake and others. Atlas' curse was eternal, and that applies because we have to fight every day, becuase theres always another challenge and hill to cimb and we can't scimp out on it. Any way thats all;.