In the small confines of my room I feel most at peace. This self imposed incarceration is anything but when my tea is complemented with everything the Internet has to offer. Books from my Nook, the science articles I read from, meditation, my varied taste in music, and Japanese anime can keep me embroiled for hours. Before I know it the day has slipped from my fingers.
The only worry I have is that my time spent in isolation might leave me regretting that I never truly lived my life. Then again, what does it truly mean to live a life and why should we do so according to some romanticized ideal that is propagated by the unquestioning likes of us? Whether we feel fulfilled scaling mount everest or binging on an anime marathon, all that matters is that it fulfilled the same need.
Our incessant need to validate the small part we play in this indifferently chaotic world never fails to make us regret the road we did not travel.
Listening to Elfen Lied's Lilium is what prompted me to write another one of the chilling reflective pieces that you are all so fond of reading. I know it has been quite some time since I last blogged. I could blame school but that would not be sufficient. I could just as easily have set aside some time to continue writing but it would seem that I value meandering the vast expanse of cyberspace more than being consistent with my blog.
For the sake of my mortal soul I must devote myself to my blog because writing soothes my spirit in ways that my hermetic indulgences cannot. Like a coquettish courtesan who is as dexterous with applying Tiger Balm as she is with applying the rest of her charms. No, the solace I take from writing has a quiet and gentle dignity that cannot be compared to something so vulgar. I will let you know when an apt metaphor comes to me.
