Miscellaneous thoughts
Sep. 9th, 2005 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danaerisI have a lot of thoughts whirling about in my head, none of which I can fully communicate due to factors such as privacy, incoherency, etc.
Doing a lot of thinking about community and building community.
About life: where I am and where I want to go and what I'm getting right and wrong.
About time and energy and money: the three main limitations on, well, everything you might want to do.
About intelligence vs. knowledge. Pragmatism vs. dreams. Honesty vs. modesty vs. arrogance. Love vs. delusion.
It seems that when I look around the world is both more depressing and uglier than I'm willing to believe, and more beautiful and amazing than I could ever have imagined.
I have a spark, a flame, that lights and shines and gutters and dies, only to repeat the cycle again. I'm part fae, and the fae in me comes and goes the way that fae do. I'm separated into three separate pieces, or more, shattered, and each shines hope or despair in its own way and in its own time.
I'm piecing myself back together again every day, while life and circumstances and my own stupid ideas chip away at my other end. Two steps forward, one step back. Or is it three?
Can someone pass the glue? I think I spotted another piece of me over there...
Doing a lot of thinking about community and building community.
About life: where I am and where I want to go and what I'm getting right and wrong.
About time and energy and money: the three main limitations on, well, everything you might want to do.
About intelligence vs. knowledge. Pragmatism vs. dreams. Honesty vs. modesty vs. arrogance. Love vs. delusion.
It seems that when I look around the world is both more depressing and uglier than I'm willing to believe, and more beautiful and amazing than I could ever have imagined.
I have a spark, a flame, that lights and shines and gutters and dies, only to repeat the cycle again. I'm part fae, and the fae in me comes and goes the way that fae do. I'm separated into three separate pieces, or more, shattered, and each shines hope or despair in its own way and in its own time.
I'm piecing myself back together again every day, while life and circumstances and my own stupid ideas chip away at my other end. Two steps forward, one step back. Or is it three?
Can someone pass the glue? I think I spotted another piece of me over there...
