Before Sunrise...(Insomniac at Work)

i've always had problems with the idea of letting go. i find it hard to SINCERELY forget and move forward, i find it more convenient to just let the pain inhabit my being until i feel the reward of being numb. maybe death isnt as bad as we all perceive it to be, the problem does not lie in DYING per se but in actually wishing for it.
-- my comment to a friend's blog entry

I read an entry from a friend's blog and it got me into thinking of the arbitrariness of life. Earlier tonight i got into a very interesting conversation with Jotsjots, it made me think of how i would still love to pursue my passion for writing, for the arts, for everything that's synonymous to expression. It's nice to be able to meet people whom i enjoy conversing with. There are times when i find it hard to actually open up and really express what i think and how i feel. My being an extrovert is kind of exclusive to the "happy side" of my life. It's not everyday that you get to interact with someone who isnt afraid to welcome you into the complexity of his experiences, of his emotions and who is actually interested in knowing how you see life. Someone who isnt afraid to tell you that he doesnt agree with you and who isnt afraid to ask you questions that no one dared to ask because they just dont think that you are willing to answer 'em.

It's a great night. Tomorrow's another day.