The symphony of words.

Words are the gateway to the conscience mind. But they are only gateways and cannot be mistaken for the conscience itself. For words without meaning are just uttered nonsense, an array of sounds meshed together to form different tones. Sounds without focus that become nothing more then noise. The pure essences of empty thoughts --noise. So articulate your thoughts before you put them into words. For words can be compared to notes on a musical score; they may represent a tone but cannot compare to the tone itself.

divulging nature

I want to be loved, I want to be seen, I want to show, i want to be... It is human nature to want to display what we're truly capable of. Even the deepest closet introvert wants the world to take notice, if not to them personally, then to any extension of themselves. There is no greater disappointment then to never be needed by anyone for anything. Us trying to display what we can do, is just over compensation for wanting to be needed. Like a grand piece of artwork, if it is not admired then it has no value. For what is the the worth of an unseen masterpiece? How can you cherish a wasted talent?

There is a deeper psychology to the childish "show and tell". For it is the primer for greater "show and tell", which is our life.

Dont hear me Listen to me

Do you hear the things people tell you, or do you listen to them. Do you really absorb everything someone says, or do you just wait for your turn to speak. After all, whats sweeter then the sound of your own voice...right? A hidden man replaces speech for silence, and uses language for concealment. For in the midst of verbal diarrhea, how can you discern if true knowledge was really consumed. A wise man need say nothing, like a sponge he can absorb everything and filter out fallacies. So which are you...

What We Want

What do we want in life. What do we really want. What are our true desires? Why do we as people want certain things? Is it because they are rare? Because they set us apart from others, or maybe we just want what we cannot have. What is the bases for human desire? When we analyze ourselves do we find that we want one thing, only because it leads to another? Is there even just one thing that we really want? Most people think they truly desire happiness. But can that be narrowed down to one thing, or are there an array of things that lead to happiness. But if you can choose an emotional state and label it as an obtainable desire, which would it be. Peace, Love, Happiness? Surely they can intertwine, but they can also work independently. Love without peace, which is the case most of the time. Happiness without love... What is it that we really desire...

When you ask me what i want, my reply is simple. I want what the next man wants...i just want it more.

Moments in Life

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into years, and years into life. Times comes and goes with nothing standing in its way. One of the only forces that cannot be contained, manipulated or conquered. So how can how grasp this force that can not be tame. How do you capture it before it slips away? Simply let it pass... But remember where it goes. Labeling each moment with a memory, so you can bring it back anytime you please. Then that moment becomes the tool that gives you mastery over nature's most uncontrollable force. TIME.

Memories are the streams that our conscience flows on. They take us back to past events and direct our future actions. Our memories are what makes us who we are. The theory of personal identity known as psychological reductionism states; "as my stream of conciseness continues, then i continue". When we lose our memory do we lose ourselves as well? With the lost of memory do we gain a little piece of death? As my memory fades so does my life? We may think twice about forget-me-nots....

Dream.

dream \ˈdrēm\: A small piece of fiction mixed with hope used to catch reality before it turns into insanity.

The perfect mistake

I could not have blundered so grandly. It is the miscue that set order to chaos. It is my perfect mistake. The one that i wish never occurred, but am always pleased of its aftermath. A sort of love-hate that sprouts itself when experience is willing itself into existence. The twinge of beautiful knowledge. It hurts so good.

What makes a mistake less then perfect? Isn't it through our errors that we become enlighten? If we were to never fall, how would we pick ourselves back up? Or even someone else. How would we truly savor victory, if we had never known the taste of failure.