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Tuesday, April 20, 2004 I find myself gazing at a vast body of water. The salt air fills my lungs. I breath in deeply. I feel my naked feet sinking into the warm, damp sand. Walking to a large piece of driftwood, I spot a half buried chest in the ground. I sit down on the log and reach over to open the aged container. Inside, is a reservoir of ice and floating bottles. The clear glass containers contain a dark, inviting liquid. Removing the bottle cap, I hear a crisp, sizzling pop. The contents bubble to the surface in a creamy foam. Refreshment lies ahead. Nothing goes better with contemplation, than a nice icy Coca-Cola. Posted by Hasser @
3:37 PM
Saturday, April 17, 2004 The sun slowly sinks into the western hills. I pause from my stride, and wipe a bead of sweat from my dusty brow. I have walked for days it seems. My tired feet beg for rest, and I am ready to comply. Sitting on the dewy ground, I notice a rock at the trunk of a nearby tree. I wonder how many tired souls have rested near the rock as I am today. How many laid their heads next to the rock, and took their final breaths of life. I can feel the rock's presence. I hear its history echo where I sit. One day, I too will be a rock. I wonder who will sit next to me on their journey. Posted by Hasser @
3:44 AM
Thursday, April 15, 2004 I walk down the darkened path. A man emerges from the shadows. Walking towards me, he spots my stride. As our bodies pass he looks into my eyes. His words fill my ears as wind whistles through the trees. "The path ahead is closed. Are you prepared for the detour?" I stare back not losing my pace. My lungs fill with air. Words slip past my teeth and out my lips. "No man can be truly prepared for what lies ahead. But awareness will suffice." I continue to walk. My head swings down. Staring at my legs, I wonder where they are taking me. Posted by Hasser @
4:03 PM
Wednesday, April 14, 2004 Introspection haunts my very soul. The question, "What I am doing here?" keeps running through my thoughts. I ask myself if I have served any purpose. Have I lost sight of the goal? Am I on the right course? What was the goal? Have I been hiding in my own skin? I look at the world. I stare at myself in the mirror. Who is that staring back at me? What is this place I call home? Are these questions a 30 year old boy should be asking? Have I lost my sense of direction? I have recently been in a serious funk. I don't know why. I can't explain it. It's almost as if an unwelcome feeling has burrowed its way into my gut, like a voracious cancer consumes unsuspecting flesh. I feel driven. But for what reason, or to what end, I don't know. A sense of complication looms above. I don't know what action to take. So, I will simplify. I will remove some things in my life that require unnecessary maintenance. I have also simplified the look of this website. I really don't know what image the old look portrayed, and I don't even know if that image is/was me. I know one thing. I will not be buried by my unanswered questions. I will survive. I will overcome. I will prevail. |
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