tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43286198861320901022012-02-16T06:41:48.254-08:00Lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04258670332507925999noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328619886132090102.post-39502959953706745792007-05-15T22:56:00.000-07:002007-05-15T23:10:03.167-07:00It probably won't last... like most things in my life.<br /><br />Heck... like my life itself...<br /><br />But I'm starting to not care about that fact. That 'all good things come to an end'. No... I don't mind it. I'm just going to enjoy them in their season, and then learn to accept that the season will end. Or has ended.<br /><br />There have been plenty of such seasons in my life.<br /><br />And before I get started on this... I'm going to make a quick digression. I'm just writing as it pops into my head. I haven't been dying to write this for ages now... I'm just being spontaneous.<br /><br />Odds are I'll hate this blog tomorrow... but c'est la vie.<br /><br />Moving on.<br /><br />Seasons.<br /><br />There have been many. There was season of loser-ness... that was a long, grey season. It was followed by a sudden burst of popularity which seems a bit surreal... but which, in all honesty, sucked. I think I'm being a bit cynical and pessimistic... but it was one of those times where the beautiful scenery was just a mirage... where everything that you loved was just some phantasm... a dream, if you will. That ended, too. I had several unpleasant wake up calls.<br /><br />I suppose you could say that season was my romantic season. Where I believed in roses and unrequited love, selflessness and its nobleness. What followed was a swing to the opposite side... the side that I currently find myself in. The side of cynicism, egocentricity and vain ambition. I now devote myself to myself.<br /><br />And it's rather lame.<br /><br />I have no higher calling...<br /><br />I join ranks with the noble, selfless, caring, kind, etcetera... but I'm no better than the masses that they pity.<br /><br />For some reason tonight is a melancholy night.<br /><br />It's odd... it shouldn't be. I had a great time with my friends... yet one phrase... a phrase most likely not even directed at me... it struck a chord.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Curse those with power.</span><br /><br />I always read into things... most of the time I realize that I'm doing just that - reading into things... making connections where none are... applying things which shouldn't apply... but I still do it. I see what lessons can be learned.<br /><br />And I've learned that my thirst for power... my desire to dominate... it leaves those I love feeling like I do. Crushed. Weak. Susceptible.<br /><br />I'm starting to border on lame poetry, and it bugs me... so I'll keep that in check.<br /><br />But really... my self-centered-ness is probably causing much more damage than it is good. What right do I have to be doing that? Why am I even writing this blog, by the way?<br /><br />I'm not sure. I should've been in bed long ago.<br /><br />Regardless... I spewed some emotional vomit onto the web... I'll let the world clean it up. Or maybe it'll just sit there. I don't know.<br /><br />Good night, world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328619886132090102-3950295995370674579?l=theywerealltaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04258670332507925999noreply@blogger.com0