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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
There is something about the wee hours of the morning that makes you want to share your thoughts, no matter the medium. Maybe its the foggy stupor floating before your eyes or the feeling that you are one of the few ppl in the city still awake and trying to be productive. :) so here's my two cents for the evening.
My life as it is today seems to be fragmented into little pieces scattered across a very small globe. I travel around and leave pieces here and there with people and places. Those people take a part of me with them, and since i happen to befriend mostly international folks these days my fragments seem to go quite far. I wonder if that's why I feel like traveling so much, to find those pieces. Ironically in my travels I just leave more making my life this almost meaningless quest like a squirrel collecting nuts in a bag with holes. hehehe. Reminds me oddly of one of Plato's works...don't remember which one though. the phaedo or the symposium maybe? I'm sure one of my brilliant more philosophically inclined friends will be able to tell me, but until then I'll continue to sit here and wait for the next baby to be delivered..my mind is just pooling at the moment
My life as it is today seems to be fragmented into little pieces scattered across a very small globe. I travel around and leave pieces here and there with people and places. Those people take a part of me with them, and since i happen to befriend mostly international folks these days my fragments seem to go quite far. I wonder if that's why I feel like traveling so much, to find those pieces. Ironically in my travels I just leave more making my life this almost meaningless quest like a squirrel collecting nuts in a bag with holes. hehehe. Reminds me oddly of one of Plato's works...don't remember which one though. the phaedo or the symposium maybe? I'm sure one of my brilliant more philosophically inclined friends will be able to tell me, but until then I'll continue to sit here and wait for the next baby to be delivered..my mind is just pooling at the moment
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