Dear only reader... (if i have more readers let me know!! haha)
You've said i should post something, even if it was only a few lines... so here it is.
I'll quote Thoreau again because there is this sentence i find also very interesting and i haven't mentioned it yet.
"I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." (Chapter 5, Solitude)
I guess our fellow Thoreau was right... anyway, i won't repeat what i wrote on the other post (May 02, Silence is what i best utter)
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May 30, 2007
May 22, 2007
Remember i said - on the topic below - that it was not difficult to knock them off?
Sometimes i feel like having to call The Ghostbusters!
hahahaha
It may sound that i'm making a fuss about such a thing, a little thing... but in fact i got over it...
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I knew right from the beginning - when i'd decided to write things that i think - that only foolishness and nonsense would come out... and here we are! I'll keep doing it because i have fun with it... and maybe one day i'll write something useful or intelligible... aah whatever! =p
or even something with a real subject!
The solitude topic was the only thing i could write... and some "poetic" analogy of the cave (which is commonly used).
Sometimes i feel like having to call The Ghostbusters!
hahahaha
It may sound that i'm making a fuss about such a thing, a little thing... but in fact i got over it...
--
I knew right from the beginning - when i'd decided to write things that i think - that only foolishness and nonsense would come out... and here we are! I'll keep doing it because i have fun with it... and maybe one day i'll write something useful or intelligible... aah whatever! =p
or even something with a real subject!
The solitude topic was the only thing i could write... and some "poetic" analogy of the cave (which is commonly used).
May 19, 2007
part 2 from previous post
*time was needed to evolve from the previous situation to this one, as i said
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Those memories i talked about before seem to have ceased but now they have turned into little ghosts that once in a while come to visit the cave. If one is strong it is not difficult to knock them off...
*time was needed to evolve from the previous situation to this one, as i said
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Those memories i talked about before seem to have ceased but now they have turned into little ghosts that once in a while come to visit the cave. If one is strong it is not difficult to knock them off...
May 06, 2007
just foolishness
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Good memories keep haunting my cave. But why haunting if they are good [memories]?
Because i have to forget them in order to avoid (more) sorrow.
A loss of memory would fit perfectly for this situation. lol. It would end the haunting thing once and for all.
I'm writing it mostly for what i felt some weeks ago... today i can say that i have almost gotten it over. And it seems funnier and funnier while time passes...
That's just the way it is.
Too good to be true.
hahahaha
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Good memories keep haunting my cave. But why haunting if they are good [memories]?
Because i have to forget them in order to avoid (more) sorrow.
A loss of memory would fit perfectly for this situation. lol. It would end the haunting thing once and for all.
I'm writing it mostly for what i felt some weeks ago... today i can say that i have almost gotten it over. And it seems funnier and funnier while time passes...
That's just the way it is.
Too good to be true.
hahahaha
May 02, 2007
Silence is what I best utter.
Has anyone ever said that before? If so, tell me please...
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Silence, along with solitude, is sometimes - if not most of the times - the best choice for oneself (or myself only, don't know). Like Thoreau said in Walden (his kind of) solitude is not something bad for you, or sad.
It is not a question of not having friends, or being a freak, a weirdo... It is simply a choice of life, a good choice, I believe.
I was thinking the other day... sometimes i stay alone at home and just don't like the experience of being by myself. In those days i'd rather be in some public place, full of people, but by myself. Could you get it? I'm still trying to figure it out. But i gotta explain it better...
It is like that (something similar also found in Thoreau): you can be surrounded by people and still be alone, in your mind. That's my preferred solitude, specially when i find myself among people, how can i say it, who don't interest me, i don't know... and that's where the silence comes, just a consequence of being alone in my mind and drowning in my thoughts (not that they are great or that there are many of them).
Solitude is usually seen by 'regular' people as something negative, as someone who is sad, who has got depression and sits all day at the corner of a room with his/her head down between his/her knees, not wanting to be near anyone at any time. At least that's how i see other people's view of solitude. And that is not what i am talking about.
As i've said before, i sometimes don't like to stay physically alone, but i praise for this "mind-loneliness", so you can find yourself, you can detach yourself from the standards, from this sometimes noisy and silly society. So you can create your own world - and i make my own cave. Or "my own prison". Suffer in silence.
Just an observation: sometimes i like to be alone among people mainly because i like to observe people, as if i were some other "creature" than human, i.e. the projection of my world, my cave.
Strange, but that's the best i can do using a written language.
Anyway, some other day i'll try to develop this subject or talk about other stuff...
whatever... =p
I guess i didn't make that clear of my solitude... it is more as Thoreau's (read Walden, chapter 5)
Has anyone ever said that before? If so, tell me please...
---
Silence, along with solitude, is sometimes - if not most of the times - the best choice for oneself (or myself only, don't know). Like Thoreau said in Walden (his kind of) solitude is not something bad for you, or sad.
It is not a question of not having friends, or being a freak, a weirdo... It is simply a choice of life, a good choice, I believe.
I was thinking the other day... sometimes i stay alone at home and just don't like the experience of being by myself. In those days i'd rather be in some public place, full of people, but by myself. Could you get it? I'm still trying to figure it out. But i gotta explain it better...
It is like that (something similar also found in Thoreau): you can be surrounded by people and still be alone, in your mind. That's my preferred solitude, specially when i find myself among people, how can i say it, who don't interest me, i don't know... and that's where the silence comes, just a consequence of being alone in my mind and drowning in my thoughts (not that they are great or that there are many of them).
Solitude is usually seen by 'regular' people as something negative, as someone who is sad, who has got depression and sits all day at the corner of a room with his/her head down between his/her knees, not wanting to be near anyone at any time. At least that's how i see other people's view of solitude. And that is not what i am talking about.
As i've said before, i sometimes don't like to stay physically alone, but i praise for this "mind-loneliness", so you can find yourself, you can detach yourself from the standards, from this sometimes noisy and silly society. So you can create your own world - and i make my own cave. Or "my own prison". Suffer in silence.
Just an observation: sometimes i like to be alone among people mainly because i like to observe people, as if i were some other "creature" than human, i.e. the projection of my world, my cave.
Strange, but that's the best i can do using a written language.
Anyway, some other day i'll try to develop this subject or talk about other stuff...
whatever... =p
I guess i didn't make that clear of my solitude... it is more as Thoreau's (read Walden, chapter 5)
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