The Unworthy Saint

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” – Gandhi

Two people content in one another. Caught up in each other’s love. Oblivious to the rush – yet still observant and curtious. Simply amazing and beautiful – and rare.

Love is both a choice and a feeling.

Playful fighting is (sometimes) merely nervous fidgeting between infatuated friends.

People come and
People go and
I am only
One of them

There’s more to raising a chicken than merely hatching an egg.

Relative truth states that a pig covered in mud is not dirty. How can a pig be dirty if his whole exsistance is based on mud and slop? From his relative point of view, a pig without mud is much more dirty (and abnormal) than a pig with mud.

Absolute truth states that a pig covered in mud is, in fact, dirty.

Which is the “correct” point of view? I think, perhaps, both.

Every day I try to change me
Into something that I’m not
When will I realize
Me is all I’ve got

I’m willing to be nothing to noone if i can be something to someone.

I feel as though I’ve been made to ask questions – lots of questions. I’ve recently began to place almost all of the value on the question, and the contemplation/persuit of the answer, rather than the answer itself – in fact, I don’t care if I have a specific answer to many of the questions I’ve come up with of late. I think the question, and the thinking process, can be better than the answer itself and more of a learning experience. That’s not to say if I ask someone a question, I don’t care to hear the answer – because I do – but if there’s not a solid answer, I don’t mind leaving it open ended.