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| Lately a great sense of emptiness has come over me. I am unable to explain the feeling, though, it is quite similar to when you lose a basketball game; or when you open your last Christmas present and realize you didn't get what you were waiting for that whole year. The sense of depression, disappointment, loneliness - whatever you call it, has seemed to find its way directly into my soul these past few weeks.
What's missing?
That's the question everyone seems to be asking...and while the answer seems so apparent to some - it may be as difficult to see as it is trying to drive in the middle of the country with no lights on. The winding path to our destiny is never clear, but in the long run - isn't everything that happens meant to happen - moreover, can't we say that what was done could not have happened any other way but the way it did? Difficult and profound - yet absolutely rhetorical - these questions appear.
I have found that wondering the empty streets of Hong Kong at two in the morning often puts things in perspective. The bellowing buildings lumber over you as if to remind you of how insignificant you truly are in this world, while the wind carries all that is left from the wild nights of partying. Flash back four hours: the streets are crowded with people, the buildings shrink and the wind ceases to blow. Everyone is everyone and anyone is anyone. You become as important as the most important person walking the streets, and your sense of insignificance vanishes with the silence.
Back to the haunted streets...friends of the past talk to you as you walk to your unknown destination. You have simulated talks with them, always they answer the way you remember them to answer. They act the same way you remember too.
Nothing's changed. Everything's changed.
The images of your friends beside you fade just as your dreams fade as you wake up. They were no more than ghosts. Apparently I have become such good friends with these phantoms in my mind than I am in real life. Lost all contanct. What's happened? Nothing's different - is it?
Once again the mind begins asking questions it already knows the answers to.
We're back at the beginning...a relentless, endless cycle. In the end, only one question remains: when will this end?
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| I'm back in the USA... On my flight back I noticed something weird:
If you're a US passport holder, look at your nationality...it says "Nationality: United States of America"
I find that kind of weird. It doesn't say, "Nationality: China" it says, "Nationality: Chinese" or "Nationality: Kenyan" not "Kenya." Is United States of America a nationality?
Perhaps I'm wrong...but I think that's kind of weird. "I'm here without you baby..." | | |
| Yawning. Stretching. Straining. Blurry.
Waking up is painful. | | |
| it's amazing what one will eat when they are hungry
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