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Created on 2001-10-24 12:50:53 (#377005), last updated 2004-06-20
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| Name: | J |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 11-14 |
| Location: | Peabody, Massachusetts, United States |
| Website: | Somewhere Between Stagnation and Revolution |
trite - adj : repeated too often; overfamiliar through overuse
It's odd how lives can impact each other. Small things, trivial things, that nudge somebody off their intended course just a little bit. Nothing noticable at first. But a few years down the road and they're miles and miles away from where they thought they'd be.
Dreams are lives, too. They're born. They grow. They change. They're nudged off course by trivial little events and people. And, eventually, they die. Sometimes, they die of old age. We forget about them...they're missed, but only as a vague memory of hope. Sometimes, they're killed. Torn from us, crushed by reality. These, we never forget. They are our personal martyrs. We miss them with a fiery passion that simultaneously fuels us and weighs us down.
A few years from now, most of these thoughts will have been forgotten. Maybe this little space will still be here and I'll stumble upon it and remember. Maybe, maybe not. Time will tell.
It's odd how lives can impact each other. Small things, trivial things, that nudge somebody off their intended course just a little bit. Nothing noticable at first. But a few years down the road and they're miles and miles away from where they thought they'd be.
Dreams are lives, too. They're born. They grow. They change. They're nudged off course by trivial little events and people. And, eventually, they die. Sometimes, they die of old age. We forget about them...they're missed, but only as a vague memory of hope. Sometimes, they're killed. Torn from us, crushed by reality. These, we never forget. They are our personal martyrs. We miss them with a fiery passion that simultaneously fuels us and weighs us down.
A few years from now, most of these thoughts will have been forgotten. Maybe this little space will still be here and I'll stumble upon it and remember. Maybe, maybe not. Time will tell.
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