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The void...

I feel empty. I feel raw. I feel rotten. I feel like not feeling.
I have nothing to show, if someone to ask me about what I have achieved in my stay on this planet. Nothing.
what is a few flirtations with literature, knowledge, pain and sweat.
No blood. No tears. No medallions. No gallantry.
Ah! I am disgusted with myself for being so ordinary.
I deserve the void for I do not work half as hard as I could.
I am wasting my life.

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sherene said…
You have gotta be kidding me. You are probably the only one who's not wasting any time. Enlightenment through knowledge is supposed to be the ultimate destination, isn't it? You are on the right track; perhaps, you just need some company :)
4:41 AM
Anonymous said…
Sherene are you for real?
Mr. blogger, I have to confess... you are mediocre and there is nothing worse than being mediocre. You are also middle class... and there is nothing worse than that either. I do not say this to make you feel worse about yourself, but do not give yourself delusions of self grandeur or degrade yourself to such lows either. Because one day you will either fall from great heights or raise yourself from great depths and then you will see yourself as being where you truly are - neither here nor there. Just another guy. And as for enlightenment. Big shit. Knowledge is nothing. It leads you nowhere. All you do is know. And so what? Get over it. Face it from now till eternity your life is miserable, lonely and cold.
8:32 PM
Teens to Toons said…
Thank you...
You just said my fears...
I am afraid of being mediocre...
And about knowledge, even I think the same way.. I want action..
I need you to say this every week to me...
where can I meet you...
rather throw me a challenge
10:37 PM
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