I feel obliged to blog that my driver's mother has passed away....a few days ago, his parents were involved in a crash, and the father died in the instant while the mother was in a coma until he received news of her passing this afternoon...........
You can't help but feel sorry or pity............but what good does that do for his family...............and conditions like these.........I'm emotionally stunted.........offers of condolences are useless in my opinion and anyhow I can't offer them without knowing the pain that has been caused..........
Still it shows how tremulous lives are.........one minute, normal live, the second, you are dead.......................oftentimes I think death as chosen........as a depressive potential suicide-ist, I think of death as a choice, and everytime I set aside the blade, I set aside the thoughts of blood and empty pain, I have made the choice to live and bear out what life will give and what I will take..............................yet the next instance, a car can crash into you, and that choice is ripped away........................
This year bears bad tidings........................winter may not becoming, but it doesn't hurt to warm up.............
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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