Abstruse Musing

"The Nymph's reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Releigh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.

"Hesitation increases in relation to risk in equal proportion to age." - Ernest Hemingway

I watched a movie last night and the ending really resonated to me. The disciple woke up at night and began to cry. His master asked him if he had a nightmare. The disciple wiped away his tears and replied, "no, it was a sweet dream". The master was confused by this and inquired, "why are you crying if it was a sweet dream?" The disciple quietly said, "I cried because I know that dream will never come true".

I had the money to buy that plane ticket. But I guess there's no need for that now. I spent a sum of that money, I know the trip won't be necessary any more. Retail therapy didn't seem to work as effectively as I had initially anticipated. I guess there are some things individuals need that simply cannot be fulfilled by the material and superficial. Yesterday was H's birthday. The brother contacted me and I guess I was very much relieved. H is well, H seemed to have forgotten yesterday was her birthday. Honestly, I forgot too. I still see H as a close friend, despite the fact that we've drifted apart due to our own circumstances. I've always wanted to make up for our lost time, that's on my agenda now. I've always written about seeing change in myself. I used to run away when a problem presented itself, I was childish for doing so. Sometimes it is just easier to avoid a problem than face it. I did face a problem a few days ago. I regret what I said,

Suze reminded me of some cheesy line I wrote in a script we wrote in high school... "All things come to an end." It certainly rings some truth.

Forget what I posted earlier, I'm fine now. I've thought about a few pressing issues rather thoroughly. Sometimes letting go is simply the best option, I'd have one less thing to worry about. I'm growing increasingly accustomed to you not being there. Pisan and I went to Cockatoo Island for the 17th Biennale of Sydney yesterday. I rather enjoyed it, minus the long queues whilst waiting for the ferry. I'd say a few people weren't quite sure why they were lining up but wanted to be a part of the hype. There was a particular exhibit with wax figures of significant political bodies in glass coffins. They looked like they were going to get up and start walking around the room... We stopped at the hospital bed and saw this fellow lying there. Pisan stood right next to it and heard breathing noises, it startled the both of us. Wax figures are so creepy... It was a pretty good day. Minus the long ferry queues, getting startled by the wax figure, and getting lo