What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Quod me nutrit me destruit
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Quod me nutrit me destruit
I'd take another chance, take a fall; take a shot for youAnd I need you like a heart needs a beatBut it's nothing new...I loved you with a fire red; now it's turning blueAnd you say "sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was youBut I'm afraid -
She invited me. She didn't know if she should. She was trying to figure out if I really have changed or... if I’m still the same old S.O.B. I've always been.But she always gave me a chance.832 chances.And I used up every one of them.832's her limit. Make a note.
- Gregory House (House MD, S06E08 'Ignorance is Bliss')
All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
- James Thurber
Oh, the ones that ran away. I never stopped.- The Tenth Doctor
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.- William Faulkner
I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.
- Marlene Dietrich
For love is no part of the dream-world. Love belongs to desire, and desire is always cruel.- SANDMAN #9: "Tales in the Sand"
Yes, it's been a while, I know.
There have been a lot of things going on, but I just haven't got the energy to update. Well actually I do. If I didn't have any energy left I'd be lying in bed instead of sitting here boring the life out of me. It's just that… as my rambling would suggest, my thoughts haven't been in order lately. And I'm just not used to that.
Well… I am. My thoughts have never been in proper order anyway, but there used to be at least a certain logic/order to the usual chaos. But now… thoughts are meshed together. I can't even tell where one ends or where the other begins. I worry about my future – nitpicking details about events that still lie out of reach… I run from past ghosts which, for some reason, chose to unearth themselves right at this moment. I cling to the present - a feeble attempt to hold on to my sanity. (That may perhaps be a bit too extreme… But I am actively trying to focus only on the present. It's like balancing on the edge of a knife, either way I fall—where have I heard that line before? Was it Doctor Who?)
The point is, I want to stop thinking… about things that have yet to come, and about things that have already come to pass. I can't change the past, so why fret about it?
As Master Oogway said, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery – but today is a gift. That is why they call it the present."
Gotta love Master Oogway.
PS: Because of excessive Torchwood, my mind's voice is now Welsh. So this entire blog post was read to me in that beautiful sing-song accent. It's just sad that whenever I try to speak with such an accent out loud, it sounds like the bastard child of Scottish and Irish (with a touch of Jamaican). Ah well. Whatever.
My thoughts seemed to have regained some kind of order now. That's good.
Posted from Word07
[EDIT: I checked, and the quote about the knife is actually from LoTR. Lady Galadriel said; "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail. But hope remains, if friends stay true."]
One can supposedly blog from Word07, but let's see.
First things first – I am bored. Bored out of my fecking mind. And I have a cold!! So suffice to say, I cannot think properly right now.
Is it possible to die of boredom? Or at least be in a boredom-induced coma. I would be so bloody thankful if that were possible.
Anyway, I'm rambling on. I feel as though my thoughts have been chucked in to a blender to make a thought omelette. Nothing makes sense, but strangely enough everything does – if you find the right angle.
I should go…
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
Being is the great explainer.- Henry David Thoreau