A tale of two cities.

Reading my past few posts,

I have come to the sad and amusing conclusion,

That my posts bring forth a very melodramatic individual,

Which is hardly the truth,

It just happens to be,

That I use this as a place to express deeper thoughts,

Thoughts that some might find unacceptable,

Because we all live in this make believe utopia.

But honestly,

This just happens to be a place,

Which happens to be somewhere,

Where I can release,

Let go,

Be myself,

Have some alone time.

Having time to oneself is of the utmost importance.

Without appreciating and loving yourself,

You can't be expected to love others,

You can't be honest in speech and manner,

You can't be true to your friends,

You can't be who you could be.

This is an advantage introverts have,

They live in a world of physical silence,

Where they can hear their own thoughts.

Where they can reason out with themselves,

It's sad that sometimes the things we say,

And the things we want to say are separate,

This may be because of social conventions,

Or for fear of feelings,

But I believe,

When that when one has time to think,

In person,

Actions and thoughts will come into unison,

Solutions will be found,

Closure will be met,

And the lies you tell yourself will seem to be the truth.

Jon.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
T. E. Lawrence