Wednesday, January 18, 2006

THE DARK ROAD

I’ve my plans of teaching a little ahead of schedule, which I hope will turn out to be for the best, I really can’t wait not ill I get out of here and again and go exploring new worlds, this is what the rest of my life will be, I will never lead the normal of life of what society conforms most people to do, I will not conform, I have had the experience to have just a sneak peak at what the universe is all about, I am no longer a lost soul amongst many, but one now with a direction, finally, and I might even graduate, which will be good, but I don’t really care, I just want it to help me to get where i’m going now, which is up baby, from now it will always be at a certain level, and no matter what tragedy will happen, I will not be at this point again. I have found my freedom within myself, it I’ve never felt more alive, everything seems to be getting better. Life is always in motion, you cant stop it, all you can hope to do is hang on and hope for the best, nothing can stay stagnant unless you want it to, and even then it’s a struggle, the world is in constant motion, why stay still, only in the mind should be still, and with this inaction, all else will fall into place. About four months and I will be off again, i’m so happy about it already, just need to start makin some money now and it will all be back on track, looking forward to this new course as well, which will be sweet, this will be my whole goal for the next month or so from when I get my shit, till the end of the year, I cant wait
THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
“I can’t be Japanese and I cant be western, but I understand both, I am double binded, but and this is most important, I am also in a position that generates a great a deal of energy and creativity.”
Arata Isozaki

“I have been a queer mixture of the east and west, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere………I can not be of the west, but in my own country, also , sometimes, I have an exiles feeling.”
Jawaharlal Nehur

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