read between the lines to find the spaces
What i want to say is usually best left unsaid. Does that mean what i don't say is more important than what i do say? Probably not. It's most probably more intriguing though.
It takes two hands to clap. Similarly, a conversation requires constant input from parties involved hence one party must leave loose threads which can be taken up by the next...etc. etc. As usual, this is a totally random blog post.
What i realised today (though i probably figured it out before, just that it struck with new force or something similar. my analogies are lousy. uncomparable to 'the kids screaming like linkin park' or 'you suck like a vacuum cleaner' or 'i melted like ice cream in the sun'. but back to my minor epiphany) is that - life is bittersweet. - After all the interjections, this feels rather anticlimatic. Unfortunately, life's like that, and to top it all off, so's the truth. What a cherry on top of the ice cream sundae, non? Well, it's like there's some limiting reagent law in place - you have to let go of some things to get other, new things. They may not be better, but they are new... so much for emotional attachments and valuations to objects. Back to chemistry, the rate of reaction almost always ends up decreasing as concentrations of reactants decrease. Unless of course, it's some kind of reversible reaction... In this case, rate of reaction could refer to rate of improvement in any field, or rate of learning. concentrations? probably energy levels... Reversibility could be a result of achievement in those fields as a result of concentration depletion, hence increasing motivation levels and increased energy levels. Self-regeneration is really amazing. Alternatively, after all the withdrawals from the economy, we may need injections by governments, other firms, etc...
It is quite clear that studies are taking over a proportion of my unconscious brain since everything seems to be linking back to the great academia which we, as students, face everyday. The other, more significant part of my brain is screaming at me to stop this nonsensical pressing of keys, which serves as a sort of stress relief, and to indulge in a better method - sleep. I shall oblige.
It takes two hands to clap. Similarly, a conversation requires constant input from parties involved hence one party must leave loose threads which can be taken up by the next...etc. etc. As usual, this is a totally random blog post.
What i realised today (though i probably figured it out before, just that it struck with new force or something similar. my analogies are lousy. uncomparable to 'the kids screaming like linkin park' or 'you suck like a vacuum cleaner' or 'i melted like ice cream in the sun'. but back to my minor epiphany) is that - life is bittersweet. - After all the interjections, this feels rather anticlimatic. Unfortunately, life's like that, and to top it all off, so's the truth. What a cherry on top of the ice cream sundae, non? Well, it's like there's some limiting reagent law in place - you have to let go of some things to get other, new things. They may not be better, but they are new... so much for emotional attachments and valuations to objects. Back to chemistry, the rate of reaction almost always ends up decreasing as concentrations of reactants decrease. Unless of course, it's some kind of reversible reaction... In this case, rate of reaction could refer to rate of improvement in any field, or rate of learning. concentrations? probably energy levels... Reversibility could be a result of achievement in those fields as a result of concentration depletion, hence increasing motivation levels and increased energy levels. Self-regeneration is really amazing. Alternatively, after all the withdrawals from the economy, we may need injections by governments, other firms, etc...
It is quite clear that studies are taking over a proportion of my unconscious brain since everything seems to be linking back to the great academia which we, as students, face everyday. The other, more significant part of my brain is screaming at me to stop this nonsensical pressing of keys, which serves as a sort of stress relief, and to indulge in a better method - sleep. I shall oblige.
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2/26/2007 11:11:00 PM
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