daft punk live

2009-02-05 - 12:07 a.m.

I wanted to write about losing things, but I don't really know where to start or have anything in mind particularly to write about, which seems kind of ironic. I remember the eighteen and nineteen and all the motivation that came with it to find what was lost. I gained much more than I could have ever anticipated but in retrospect I can't say with any certainty if I obtained what I sought after. Regardless I have no regrets or short comings. Sometime in the last few years though I lost the drive for the pursuit, but things are different than before. Over the years I've lost out to apathy now, not ignorance, and even though many complex emotions have retreated I still hold onto all the knowledge. At first I thought this wasn't such a terrible situation, thinking I am more aware at this point in my life, but I let the things I've learned stand in the way. I am a bit envious of Spike in Cowboy Bebop. Sure he has to face extreme odds, that if succeeded over him led to him dying, but at least he knew what he lost and how to get it back...even though he didn't really want to do it...that might be my problem, I haven't ruled it out yet as a suspect.

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