Wednesday, February 15, 2006

To Live or Not To Live

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life in to a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.*


*Thoreau, Henry David (Walden, 61).

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Torn

I almost forgot I had a blog. No I actually did forget!

Don't know from where to start, but I've been busy like a cucko-clock. Torn between work, due-dates, projects, research papers, little work out, and a lot of social philosphy readings; I'm back on earth, with a shoulder injury, a ban from working out and a benign tingling in my head.

Am I getting old or what? It's a fact of life, so I can not deny it. I feel an end is approaching, but I'm not sure what type of end is it. I ought to be scared, but I'm not scared. I might look strong. Can't say I am. Infact, I won't resist. But I might be broken. Am I gonna heal? I've been waiting for a cure for such a long time, maybe I'm searching in the wrong place. I'll take my time, explore somewhere else. But I won't surrender.

Torn, that's the disturbing end that coincidentally was also my begining.