Spring at last. Chilly wind, but sun and no blizzards. The end of the semester, the end of the degree, approach fast. In two weeks there's the play. On April 27th we (Amnesty International) are organizing an artshow-concert for Darfur. Yesterday I talked with my poetry professor about the authors that influenced our style and about our addiction to medicines. How can stereotypes be true and a lie at the same time? Do you really have to go through hell to create art?
Time goes away (if we assume that time exist, that is), and in theory we grow up, or we grow old. But do we? Have things changed so much from when we were 10 or even 5? Are our feelings more complex or are they the same, but expressed with bigger words?
How much do we learn?
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From my point of view (let's try not to be patronizing) feelings do become more complex as you grow old. Perhaps not so much due to better understanding or deeper emotions, but due to the greater number of experiences.
Feelings relate to one another and feed on one another. That's my point of view, anyway.
I just thought of these last lines when I saw your red hair's picture...
"Out of the Ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air"
Do you want to be like her? Rise from the ashes with your red hair?
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