Hi, it's the midnight ghost again. I like how it feels when everyone else is sleeping like a dead log while I wake up right smack in the middle of the night. Not exactly night time cause it's 3am now. I like how it feels as if I'm waiting for everyone to wake up, and watch 'em get busy and leave the house for work, for school. But I guess I'm only granted this luxury because I'm in the midst of my exams and most of my papers are thankfully in the afternoon.
My blogging vibes are back. By translating my thoughts into words makes my world and problems look less consuming.
"Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantments for truth." - Jean-Paul Sartre
The world is not filled with hope. It's us, human that are filled with hope. That makes everyone delusional in their own ways. We hope too much, and that's why we get depressed. And somehow when we bump into incidences that coincide with what we hope for, we turn them into miracles. But what if these so called miracles are mere coincidences? And what if miracles do not exist? We ledge onto these instances of coincidence and try in any possible means to tweak 'em to satisfy that hopeful heart of ours, but I call it delusions.
And maybe I'm being cynical. But I think you are in a mirage of your own.
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