Thursday, January 15, 2009

additive admonition

Jack's Mannequin - Hammer And Strings

"
Give me something to believe in,
So write it down,
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide
"

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In an increasingly mundane world, it's amazing how all these iridescent beacons of light can be so quick to succumb to the dark void.

As complex individuals, we tend to forget how paltry our routines are. Behind the forged masks, we are completely engulfed in our lifestyle and fail to recognize how much we lack as opposed to what we can achieve and obtain. We are painfully selfish, naive, and ignorant. Sadly, no matter how complex we are, we still find it easy to crowd around instability and insecurity. It's funny how parallel our lives can be with insects. Much like mindless drones, we find a single bright beacon of light and continue to gather around this light constantly... regardless of all the painful zaps and shocks. We construct our lives around this falsehood, but is it actually easy to realize the futile efforts when it's our only constant in life? Only when we find ourselves in such darkness, the existence of such a beam of 'hope' finds its beguiled target through deceit and unforgiving truths. All from a single beacon of light, a single light.

Transposing ourselves onto a golden pedestal; believing we are so invulnerable from all the mistakes and truths that surround us; therein lies the fallacy of striving for life. We are so committed to our lifestyle that we become so weak, so prone to unknown failures and faults. Apathy and denial only fuel the deep embers of this self inflicted realm of surreality.

I guess the limits we set for ourselves goes without notice until we pass these limits. The only truth we can hold onto, would have to be laden in nostalgia.

but in the end... the very unrelenting end, what can we rely on? the people around us or the voice inside us? I know that people will always be around for reasons unbeknownst to us. But ultimately, it relies on us to accept the help of those around us and to let ourselves become real and tangible. To exist.

2 comments:

Tammy said...

Ryan,
You're one of those writer's that I could only wish to be. The way you're able to express your thoughts in such a.. I guess you can say formal? or well intellectual amazes me. :)

adam said...

Apathy and denial only fuel the deep embers of this self inflicted realm of surreality.

that's some good shit man, from one writer to another...

however this "realm" is self-inflicted only to a certain extent