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Birthday woes.

Who cares what I think?…Sometimes even I don’t, but that won’t stop me from getting it out of my head…Even death does not seem like a plausible reason to quit or give up…Nonsense makes no sense until it has no choice but to evoke cryptic revelations and epiphanies, and the outstanding aspects are always the most overlooked for their subtler qualities of being…Do we truly think we are alone Here?…I believe that we aren’t, but the energy is still a part of us that takes no definite shape except through the imaginative spark…The creative spark is an internal interpreter of feelings and environment, and the input is channeled out of the creative and into what most artists produce as abstraction of the human experience, the dichotomy between the alien and the animal within each of us…This combination does not make us holy or superior, it is only a stage in growing further, and the potential is always there even when the persona refuses to understand…Another year, and Here I am, growing more and more beyond the constraints of my details…The imaginative swallows most of my thoughts and willpower…Sometimes distractions sap my ability to focus, but not when their distracting powers are dismissed powers wholeheartedly…Diverting energy away from the creative act is akin to blasphemy to me, but to get things done properly, it needs to be at those detrimental times when such necessity is a given…Which never seems to occur to anyone right away…In my perspective, there are a lot of things that are messed up, but they contribute just as much to the underlying functionality of reality as success…It creates the tensions needed to make things happen in order for there to be these words or even the thoughts behind them…Keeping the pained look restrained for the good of others is difficult to say the least, and nearly impossible to say the most…

Thanks, khet.