Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Being surrounded by an endless swarm of bad influences is overwhelming. Maybe I am still naive to perceive true human nature; maybe I am too unaware of this merciless world, like one of my friends so often reminds me. Even though their corruptness and immorality can be seen plainly, like looking through clear-cut glass, I can't stop myself from reeling with surprise when I hear or see things I don't want to. It scares me to the core, knowing that these things are so dangerously alluring.
I find the axiom 'actions speak louder than words' completely controversial. Thinking about what I heard today...and remembering the reactions of people around me...it really makes me nauseous.
The art of spoken words is more beautiful and terrible than anything given physical form. Crude matter can be changed, mistakes erased, drawn over, reshaped, but a word, once spoken, can never be taken back. It’s how we say those words and when we dare to say them that makes them divinely powerful. Statues crumble, paintings fade, sketches are blown into the wind, but words rest in our ears and our minds forever- never forgotten, never allowed to rest in oblivion.
I find the axiom 'actions speak louder than words' completely controversial. Thinking about what I heard today...and remembering the reactions of people around me...it really makes me nauseous.
The art of spoken words is more beautiful and terrible than anything given physical form. Crude matter can be changed, mistakes erased, drawn over, reshaped, but a word, once spoken, can never be taken back. It’s how we say those words and when we dare to say them that makes them divinely powerful. Statues crumble, paintings fade, sketches are blown into the wind, but words rest in our ears and our minds forever- never forgotten, never allowed to rest in oblivion.
Monday, December 14, 2009
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