a little bird with no direction comes to no good. I have seen this happening on several fronts. I see people darting about, searching for something in so many different places. I wonder if they will even know it when they finally do find it. Will they be so used to darting in, tasting, and running off that they don't realize that they finally found what it is they are looking for? Do they understand what this makes them look like? They seem inconstant. They seem unable to see things through. It is one more case of being careful of what one's actions say about them, because these actions to speak to the sort of person that they are. Do they hear the voice of their actions or are they deaf to it? Do they even care? That is the real question. Do they really care about anything, or anyone, but themselves? Its hard to tell. One of the symptoms of youth is the desire to experience and taste from life. I have it. I've done my share of flitting and darting. There comes a time when youth is no longer an excuse, and you have to simply wonder if the person even really knows what it is they want.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Darting about like a
a little bird with no direction comes to no good. I have seen this happening on several fronts. I see people darting about, searching for something in so many different places. I wonder if they will even know it when they finally do find it. Will they be so used to darting in, tasting, and running off that they don't realize that they finally found what it is they are looking for? Do they understand what this makes them look like? They seem inconstant. They seem unable to see things through. It is one more case of being careful of what one's actions say about them, because these actions to speak to the sort of person that they are. Do they hear the voice of their actions or are they deaf to it? Do they even care? That is the real question. Do they really care about anything, or anyone, but themselves? Its hard to tell. One of the symptoms of youth is the desire to experience and taste from life. I have it. I've done my share of flitting and darting. There comes a time when youth is no longer an excuse, and you have to simply wonder if the person even really knows what it is they want.
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