Don't you just love blogging

I hate blogging...but it is useful for getting things out of your pointless brain and into the world...

Oh well

Nice full bellies

Two happy kids with nice full bellies...asleep in the back of my car....bugger

Location:Home

Sometimes

There are times when you stand and look back at your life and begin to think about what was and what might have been. I don't care much for those times. If we are to be present we must live in the present. The moment is everything. The forces of the past and the future are just that, forces. They pull on us in either either direction but they do not make our decisions for us. They do not prevent us from being here, now. On the contrary, they are what has brought us here and what will see us onward. But we must remain vigilant of the present and always seek to find that precious 'moment'.

'That which would be the be all and the end all, here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come.'


-- ...with a sign that says 'if she's a moaner this will make her a screamer, and if she's a screamer this will get you arrested' --

Location:On the edge of the sea

now i know i put it down somewhere round here….

i think i lost my mind…

i definitely had it before but now i seem to have misplaced it…

if you see it (it's not very big) please let me know…





thanks

Faith in hope

Faith is a curious thing. It sometimes passes me be and then every once in a while it strikes me down. Fills me with hope. It attacks the mind with its incurable persistence. It makes one think of a higher reckoning which is unexplainable, unknowable, indifferent and yet altogether tolerant of anything you could imagine.

Faith scares me. Yet it makes me hopeful of a higher force which will pull me back from this brink. Force me to reevaluate. Force me to feel. To think.

Hope drives me ever forward in everything I do. Sometimes i doubt myself. But it lives on in my soul and it is unexplainable. And it makes me warm....

the race to the start

as we reach the beginning of something which will take years to focus on, we aim to race for the starting line in order that we are those who cross the finish before the others. there will be no race if we race against our fellow men, we must follow in order that we are able to once again lead. there will be no end. there is no beginning. there is only now. here. truth is not an emotional being, it is fact not thought. and so what is the place of thought? are we capable of thinking if we are clouded by our emotional beliefs and what are those beliefs when placed within the context of what we are thinking? is thought of any use? or should we allow our thoughts to be guided by the world's media and governments? in any case, would that amount to fact? what is fact? what is fiction? what is fantasy?

where do you want to live?

Our time is running out

As I stand on the edge I see all before me. I know now what before was only a mystery and with this knowledge I am helpless. Unable to go further or do more. As I long for something more than my lot in life I wonder if I am capable of something else. Something more. I know not but I am willing to hope.

I put my trust in you. I long for your support but I know the truth. It will never be.

Hope lives on. Stronger than ever.



-- ...with a sign that says 'if she's a moaner this will make her a screamer, and if she's a screamer this will get you arrested' --

Location:The End of the World