The most pernicious kind of inside job is the crime we inflict upon ourselves when, through fear or hatred or man's bountless greed, we rob ourselves of peace of mind by persisting in endless self-criticism. on how we kept thinking of our actions and how we penalise ourselves.

indeed, we create prisons walls around ourselves, preventing achievement of happiness. straying away from the light of freedom, hiding in the dark corners.


as if my last entry was not accurate enough, a friend of mine decided to stop writing her blog. tired of vetting and making sure everything written is correct. avoiding controversies, being over self-conscious, making sure feelings are not hurt. building that prison wall around your inner self.

oh when will we be free?
when will we stop walking away from reality into the glommy tunnels of disturbed minds?
when will we stop hurling ourselves into dungeons of futility?


i hope she writes again soon.

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most people seems troubled these days, despite the long hols. i have yet to meet up with a friend who seems troubled. so much she seems to be caging insider her inner prison cell, and i hope she can open up. hoping that she can find the reason that is robbing her of peace of mind.

as Desiree so often puts it across to me these days, we were meant to live for so much more, there is so much to life yet! living life to the fullest sounds ever so cliche now that hundreds of beauty queens wannabe used it (like "world peace" in Miss Universe eh?), so maybe, we should live like we were dying.


stop doing the inside job to ourselves. stop making a mountain out of a mole hill. live life without (self-creating) additional pressure; we have enough already. do not incapacitate yourself further.

Song lyrics from:
Switchfoot - Meant to Live
Tim McGraw - Live like You were Dying