Monday, September 22, 2014


The seductiveness of one's own words. The thrill in hearing your own voice. The delicacy called personality.

The holiness of ambition. The cunning succulence of dreams. The plan behind plans.

The righteousness in honest pursuit. The masochism of struggle after breathless struggle. The addiction that accompanies accomplishment.

The passion for opinion. The virtuousness of being neutral. The bliss of ignorance. The gravity in which judgment can be left suspended.

The innocence that permits guilt to freely parade itself. The defenses that are fortified with anger. The regrets that seek attention. The ease of hate. The clinginess of grief. The sly civility of compassion.

The uncountable stories of the self.


Brood Mode said...

I have missed you. Your writing, more like...

musafir said...

As far as this blog is concerned, I'm a visitor in my own house :-)