Twilight Hue
Twilight, not bright nor dark, good nor bad.
April 22, 2010 Thursday
Reflection seems to be a past-time for me lately in that I dwell on numerous occasions on how I have progressed or digressed in life so far. A recap. I tend to retrace my steps as far back as I can possibly remember and try to weigh in the factors and influences of what has happened up until now at the present moment and muse over on how it's shaped my perspectives and being. I oftentimes try to remember my earliest infancy and childhood and try to catch the flickering flashes of my very first acknowledgements of the environment and how I had collated them into some kind of meaning, the subsequent tutoring by my parents, and finally the world itself. All is no longer clear as it used to be, yet all of which had undoubtedly steered me to this point in life right now.
When I look back into time so to speak, I conceptualize the many paths that my life could have taken of which some are viewed with relief in that such events had occurred in a manner that they did, and some rife with painful regret of which I dearly wish I could change. All of which in its sum holds influence and has manifested a relationship and formed the person typing on a keyboard in the year 2010.
Looking ahead I see a pristine canvas of which to "write" and "paint" on. Restricted only by karma haunted with speculatory illusions and ghosts. Now riding a raft of kapok and steering directly by the hands and feet of experience, this journey continues on whether I'm ready for it or not..... -NM-
Reflection seems to be a past-time for me lately in that I dwell on numerous occasions on how I have progressed or digressed in life so far. A recap. I tend to retrace my steps as far back as I can possibly remember and try to weigh in the factors and influences of what has happened up until now at the present moment and muse over on how it's shaped my perspectives and being. I oftentimes try to remember my earliest infancy and childhood and try to catch the flickering flashes of my very first acknowledgements of the environment and how I had collated them into some kind of meaning, the subsequent tutoring by my parents, and finally the world itself. All is no longer clear as it used to be, yet all of which had undoubtedly steered me to this point in life right now.
When I look back into time so to speak, I conceptualize the many paths that my life could have taken of which some are viewed with relief in that such events had occurred in a manner that they did, and some rife with painful regret of which I dearly wish I could change. All of which in its sum holds influence and has manifested a relationship and formed the person typing on a keyboard in the year 2010.
Looking ahead I see a pristine canvas of which to "write" and "paint" on. Restricted only by karma haunted with speculatory illusions and ghosts. Now riding a raft of kapok and steering directly by the hands and feet of experience, this journey continues on whether I'm ready for it or not..... -NM-