Times have taken a turn for the better. Many issues that have resonated through my thoughts and been muffled by reality have been moderately quieted. I am plagued no longer.
Or this is something I had thought. Time heals all wounds they say, but the dosage is one prescribed by time itself.
Time spent in relapse- away from the source of pain, the source of internal contention. While easily done by copious amounts of tolerance and control of one’s self, the cracks eventually emulate through what was a secure environment, and the issue floods back in like the unwavering tide.
Now I sit, writing. I’m telling you how much I miss these nights. Now I am bound to this chair, a pathetic attempt to rid my mind onto a heartless liquid crystal. It is awkward, in the same way a man of law cannot represent himself.
If it is to be, it will. This truth is only revealed when dosage has come full swing, yet prescription is derived from limited supply. What time is spent now could otherwise be allotted towards inefficient thoughts and could feed a circular imagination.
In a life so full there is one thing there that is evident of many which are not. The amount of what’s missing is not quantified instantly, and may never be. Knowledge of this only comes through the deepest reflection. Conveniently, even the most murky will tell you something.
It tells of something which is believed to be absent to actually be present in abundance, but it’s utilization has not developed to a beneficial degree.
Here’s what I’m trying to say. Instead of trying to sound so high up, I will speak as if you Are my friend.
Do they really like attention so much as they are willing and unknowingly messing with one’s head for their gain? I would imagine not, but the human mind- woman’s mind- has become something for me not to evaluate as if I understand it fully.
one reason I may not understand it is simply because what i see if not so. I see an uncanny relationship in very similar terms. Mental, physical. We value things of similar nature. I believe what I hold most dear is the intelligence. The education discovered outside of the class. It is hard to find, and even when it is, it typically an undeveloped asset.
It’s interesting. For the amount of time I spend thinking of this, I don’t think a single one of those thoughts can effectively be put on this. It is…. unfair? Maybe not, maybe what happens is best kept in the head, in the mind.
Here is the main contention, from what I believe. I see things others don’t. Not to my benefit necessarily, but it is a good reason why a man like me who has been so unsatisfied and not graced with certain.. memories… is still able to see more than those who do- or have.
One who plans for the rest of now see the good in today. If there is something which will benefit him greatly, he will stop at nothing to have it.
What is nothing, though? We have been shown what extent some men go through for noble chases such as what I hope this would be. It is not to blamed to unoriginality, but to lack of impulse and a heavy shot of what is… reality.
I believe I have been blessed to understand the importance of time. I have foolishly tried to accelerate things which are best grown over proper times. I am not, however, too blind to understand things have a time and a place, and some are best planted when believed to, rather than when is accepted.
"We know time is limitless but not how much we still have"
The Heliodorus pillar is a stone column that was erected around 110 BCE in central India in Vidisha near modern Besnagar, by Heliodorus, a Greek ambassador of the Indo-Greek king Antialcidas to the court of the Sunga king Bhagabhadra.
The pillar was surmounted by a sculpture of Garuda and was apparently dedicated by Heliodorus to the god Vasudeva in front of the temple of Vasudeva.
There are two inscriptions on the pillar, the first inscription describes in Brahmi the situation of Heliodorus and his relationship to the Sunga and Indo-Greek kings. The second inscription on the pillar describes in more detail the spiritual content of the faith supported by Heliodorus:
“Three immortal precepts (footsteps)… when practiced lead to heaven: self-restraint, charity, consciousness”