Identity

Everything I am is not me. 

Everything I am is simply a collection of everyone I have ever been around. 

None of it is my own. 

Physically and meta-physically, I am not myself. 

I am a masterpiece of life, surrounded by all the other masterpieces exactly like me in every originality. Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, every step I take, every breath of air I take in shapes me, changes me, reforms me to a new standard. 

I am simply a piece of clay in the hands of a world of potters. 

I fear this, that nothing about me is truly me; and that makes me wonder: "Is that fear even my fear?" 

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I am proud of this, that nothing about me is anything but me; and that makes me recognize: "Even my faults are my own." 

The world is simply a piece of clay in my potter's hands. 

Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, every step I take, with every breath of air I take in I shape, I change, I reform myself to my own standard. 

I am a masterpiece of life, surrounded by all the other masterpieces exactly like me in every originality.

Both in body and in mind, I am me. 

All of it is mine. 

Everything I am is defined by myself, like a self portrait of a man with no shame.  

Everything I do is by my own accord. 

Damn it Zuckerburg

stop messing with your baby.

Facebook is fine. Stop trying to make it annoying.

I know its bad when someone I am trying to chat someone and we both simultaneously say "Damn it Zuckerburg."

Not like I am going to leave you, or sub you for Google+. But c'mon.

#rant

The Surface

Here I am, once again at the surface.
Back where I started,
bobbing at the surface.

With you, I grew. 
I grew my wings, you taught me to fly. 
I stumbled, I faltered, you took me higher
so high 
to


a point where 

nothing else mattered

We flew flew flew,
We rose rose rose,
no looking down,
no blinking,
no missing a second of bliss.

My wings clipped, I plummeted to the surface. Down down down to the surface. I peered over my shoulder, and you covered your eyes in shame.

splash

You cut my wings.

After what seemed an eternity of flying I returned to the surface, completely forgetting how to float. Like a prisoner who spent years in a cell I returned home, and forgot how to live. I couldnt float.

I was dragged down down down
so low 
to 


a point where

nothing else mattered

Water encompassing me, filling my lungs, crushing my frail body which was once so full of life. I looked back up towards the surface and saw the filtered sun.

I am once again at the surface,
back where I started.
Yet now I gasp for air,
and search the horizon for the one who taught me to fly.

Relationships.

Relationships are incredibly hard to maintain.

I realize this now. I realized this maybe too late.

The tough thing about relationships is its like a friendship, with two people mutually engaged in a partnership of sorts in order to share experiences together. The only problem about relationships is unlike friends, relationships have the underlying hormones and emotions and raw feelings not as closely associated with friendships. And these emotions often control the relationship, and wherever they go, so does the relationship. Which can be amazing or terrible, one just as easily as the other.

Relationships are perfect and can make you feel on top of the world.

Relationships are impossible and will force you into dark places you don't want to ever be.

A relationship is effortless. Physical effort sure may be a part of a relationship, but emotionally a relationship flows so evenly and easily that there is no effort necessary. And as soon as effort is necessary for the relationship to stay together, it seems as if it is no longer a relationship, but just a future break up.

I love relationships. I love the partner you find, the friends you make, and the experiences that you acquire.

Life goes on, and I am sure I will find more meaningful bonds in the future.

Doesn't mean I can't miss the past.

In Response

to the recent criticism concerning my blog and how my posts are "too long, they make my head hurt" I decided to write a very succinct and direct post titled "In Response."

Enjoy.