I made a loop. Earlier than I'd intended. Made an incorrect assumption. It happens. I returned to where I'd started and missed what I'd been looking for. Despite the near-constant stream of banter which passed between me and Jae, we somehow avoided making this particular mistake together. I guess internal monologues can be louder and more distracting than external dialogues.
Maybe the second head was the smarter one.
The worst wounds are the self-inflicted ones, the ones that strike at one's self-worth. The soul is what rebuilds the self when the world has struck it down. Rebuilding takes ingenuity.
Losses always seem to stir memories of other losses, other failures. We mark time by what's changed. Everything is a choice; sometimes our choices are unconscious. Morality is a choice.
Staring at a tree that's lost its leaves can be melancholy. But being melancholy is a choice. And so is staring.
Emotion is inherently irrational. We're equipped with reason and feeling. Are these not tools? If we find ourselves flailing, could we not choose a more appropriate tool?
Is it our confidence that blinds us when we trample off-road and lose our way? Or is it our doubt that leads us there?
No animal, man or beast, can destroy you. Only you can do that.
Love yourself, harm no soul.
Remember, and leave something wonderful to be remembered.
City Hall Rainbow
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Was chasing this rainbow down the 5 freeway from Burbank to downtown. Had
about 2 minutes to photograph it before the setting sun disappeared behind
the c...
5 years ago
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