Green underworld

"I seem to envy the moment. The brilliance which I see other people posses, that which I lack. They say contentment is the key to happiness. If I remember right, Hobbes said that contentment is the ability to get what you want at the moment you want them.
But what if I want is genius?"

"I can't say that I don't try. But at the same time I know it isn't enough. I must have delved into all sorts of interests just to find the niche I belong to. But the fact remains. I'm an idiot."

"I'm whining I guess. I'm sick of this lack of genius. Or at least inspiration. I know that everyone goes through this. But I want to get out of this rut."

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I probably wrote this about a year ago. Logging in to my livejournal homepage after a year I find this. The net is wonderful ne? That it can bring back a memory from a long time ago, and make it seem as if it was just hours.

Back then, before technology, an event would have to be memorable, perfect, and life-shattering, just so all the details of that incident would get burned into your heart and mind forever; so you wouldn't forget.

Funny. Blogging has reduced the number of amnesiacs in this world. Not that I wanna remember this moment.

Because frankly, nothing has changed.

Same shit different day.