Rantings

I like to think of myself as someone who is not influenced by others. No, I did not say I was, merely stated that I like to THINK of myself as it.

It would be wrong to propose that things around us don't change us unless we want them to. Like flowing water caving a canyon, it is a slow influence. Inevitable.
Truth is, it affects me. And a little too much I think. And  maybe its not even that slow.

So much for the things outside us, for within the problem is more difficult.
Life seems like a bitter jest. Forgive the bitterness and remember the jest. That should work.

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Impulses. Don't ask me why I started thinking about it.

Our impulses are what drive us, like wind in our sails.
But if let to go wild, it will drag us after it. Haven't we all seen men after men fall victim to greed and play?
While impulses and instincts have saved the lives of many, there is one basic flaw.
Human impulses have remained almost changeless while we have transformed the world around us, they are like our responses from yesterday, not today.
Someday, our minds will catch up with the technology it has created.
Someday our purposes will match our powers.

Impulse, I believe leads to character. Partially at least.
Between knowledge and desire, the very reason to reason, we build a character.
We build a fashioned self, fashioned from impulse, reason, knowledge and imagination.

I wonder what they mean by individuals fail but life succeeds.

It makes me want to look at life like an evil player, I don't want to. I don't want that. 

I don't want a day of dark, depressing thoughts. I don't want to be anywhere near dearkness. Metaphorically, of course. Otherwise, taking that literally, I think I quite like the dark. To walk around in the night, and look up to the sky, I like that very much. 

Okay, its the lack of sleep talking now.
4:32 am, I should leave.