Introspection of Logish

Despite all, I believe that my resolution of being one with myself, is more or less fulfilled. Yet, my emotions have to be controlled.

 

In addition, recently, I had stronger realisations that, I somehow, am an outcast, albeit the coterie of girls I socialise with. I, at times, feel as if I am but a camera man -'Logen, help us take a picture.'- not a friend. Frankly, it is rather saddening but, by now, I am use to it; I would rather be alone and hear my inner musings.

 

So far, I have made sure I spoke up, disagreed, denied favours; I have opinions and, no longer do I want to keep them silent. To be silent would equate to disquieting of my soul, like in the past. I would rather let them out than having regrets on being a cowardice. Not to say that I indulge in whining. If you are unhappy, take the effort to change it. If it can't be changed, accept it and stop whining.

 

For now, that is all I can write about. Inspite of my intelligent contemplations on philosophy, emotions and (not least) life, my memory fails me accutely as I, most of the time, can never remember the details on what I thought about.

 

Ciao.

 

 

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