I had lost sight of my goal. I did not know that untill last week!
I have my goal in sight. Aimed, ready to shoot.
I'm ready to follow the tutorial again.
Just gotta pick up where I left off!!!
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Everything comes with sacrifices
Everything comes with sacrifices. My problem is that I consider too many things to be critical, things that I could not ever sacrifice even if demanded.
The kind of things that others may consider fluff.
I will always repeat what I said in my interview: "It is the small things, the minute details, which make the difference and which mark modern day heroes".
The kind of things that others may consider fluff.
I will always repeat what I said in my interview: "It is the small things, the minute details, which make the difference and which mark modern day heroes".
It's all over now
It's all over...I have hit rockbottom.
Once surroundded by many...had to shake them off....and schedule...
I , now, stand before you , as a symbol of solitude.
Alone in the midst of vast sahara's of loneliness. I stand tall and think of the mirages I have left behind.
How great a fortune can be? How valuable a touch may be?
As I think of how far I have become and how many deserts I have crossed I cannot escape the thought of supremacy. I think of the one who has brought me here and even more I think of the ones I have dragged along the way so they could let me fall one by one once they found their mirages!
I'm tired, dehydrated and have a tann unavailabe in the most exclusive salon's. All I have is what I got on my person. A white shirt ( I have never worn white shirts ), a white jean ( I have only one pair and I never wear them normally), some white running shoes ( I do not even own running shoes) and a half empty bottle of water.
As I look back all I can see is the silhoutte of her, watching over me but never lending a hand. All she does, with her presence, is aggrevate me and frustrate me.
I open up the waterbottle and take a sip out of it (I know it will be one of my last). I turn around, look forward and start to walk up the dune in front of me. With each step I feel disconnected, disarmed, dissapointed. There is no glory in walking away, but there is a comfort in knowing her silhoutte will no longer be visible when I reach the top.
It's all over now!!
It's all over
Once surroundded by many...had to shake them off....and schedule...
I , now, stand before you , as a symbol of solitude.
Alone in the midst of vast sahara's of loneliness. I stand tall and think of the mirages I have left behind.
How great a fortune can be? How valuable a touch may be?
As I think of how far I have become and how many deserts I have crossed I cannot escape the thought of supremacy. I think of the one who has brought me here and even more I think of the ones I have dragged along the way so they could let me fall one by one once they found their mirages!
I'm tired, dehydrated and have a tann unavailabe in the most exclusive salon's. All I have is what I got on my person. A white shirt ( I have never worn white shirts ), a white jean ( I have only one pair and I never wear them normally), some white running shoes ( I do not even own running shoes) and a half empty bottle of water.
As I look back all I can see is the silhoutte of her, watching over me but never lending a hand. All she does, with her presence, is aggrevate me and frustrate me.
I open up the waterbottle and take a sip out of it (I know it will be one of my last). I turn around, look forward and start to walk up the dune in front of me. With each step I feel disconnected, disarmed, dissapointed. There is no glory in walking away, but there is a comfort in knowing her silhoutte will no longer be visible when I reach the top.
It's all over now!!
It's all over
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