- Jan 6, 2002
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The world around me inspires joy, disillusionment and longing. Sometimes I rest in the pulsating warmth of the sun, beneath bright wispy clouds and an expansive blue sky, and it inspires in the center of my being a glow that spreads through my eyes and lips as they part into a full smile.
And then I come home. And I trap myself in the mirage of hope that exists inside my computer monitor. I bury myself in the world that exists inside this computer, and then I attempt to look around, attempt to find the warm glow, but find that it is gone, and I am disillusioned. And I long to escape the mundane and sterile world of isolation that exists in computers and break out into the warm glow of the sun and of old friends.
This is my life. A cycle of escape, happiness and eventual disillusionment repeated for as long as I can remember. How do I break the cycle? Or at least how do I extend the part which makes me most happy?
And then I come home. And I trap myself in the mirage of hope that exists inside my computer monitor. I bury myself in the world that exists inside this computer, and then I attempt to look around, attempt to find the warm glow, but find that it is gone, and I am disillusioned. And I long to escape the mundane and sterile world of isolation that exists in computers and break out into the warm glow of the sun and of old friends.
This is my life. A cycle of escape, happiness and eventual disillusionment repeated for as long as I can remember. How do I break the cycle? Or at least how do I extend the part which makes me most happy?