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inertia

moving on a straight line with no end and no beginning each day, everyday is just like the one before and the next... maybe a few highlights on some weekends, but mostly it's all just the same... each day on auto-pilot, each day becoming more and more like a drone...

how do you separate your identity with your everyday life?

how true is this: you = your daily realities?

how do you differentiate the you, as in your whole being, that encompasses all your past experiences, background, and core values, with the you who's just responding to the routines as they come and go? where do you draw the line?

is identity this fluid thing that changes constantly, synching with whatever current external forces that surround us? if that's the case, then can't we also conclude that identity is thus no more than just an abstract concept that actually never exist?

well, the point is, i feel like i really have to wake up soon, before the line is getting blurrier and i can't get out anymore... or maybe i'm already too deluded to know the difference...

yesterday, a friend of mine told me this line from a movie (can't remember the title): "one is a wanderer, but two together always go somewhere."

i guess essentially it comes down to a question about life's priorities... either a totally self-serving solitude that will eventually turn meaningless, or getting out there in the open and just admit that yes, i am vulnerable, and i do need other people, just like everybody else.

hmm... not really making any sense, am i? oh well, at least it's friday... xP