Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.
R.D. RonaldTags: drugs philosophical-musings visual-moments
Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-aged to old men, drinking and cursing at the world like it was the last bus which had just left the stop without them.
R.D. RonaldTags: reflection philosophical-musings
Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.
R.D. RonaldTags: reflection philosophical-musings
He had an intrusive gaze and quietly confident manner, that seemed to strip away the layers of protective deception Scott would usually adopt around strangers.
R.D. RonaldTags: philosophical-musings
If your world is out there and you are in here then the only things that will gather within these walls are time and bitterness. Eventually, that bitterness will eat away at you and leave nothing behind but resentment and hate.
R.D. RonaldTags: philosophical-musings coping-mechanism prison-philosophy
A king of a kingdom no one fucking knows about! I'm the tree in the forest that silently falls--when no one is around to be crushed! [Lothaire, Enemy of Old]
Kresley ColeTags: humor ambition philosophical-musings
Why does it seem easier for us to accept reality when it is within the confinement of the animal kingdom yet so hard for us to face it in our?
Aysha TaryamTags: culture animal philosophy-of-life philosophical-musings humanity-and-society
Progress is heading in a forward direction and realizing what was behind is now your legacy!
K.C. RhoadsTags: humor inspirational philosophical-musings
They said, "Will You place upon it one who causes corruption therein and sheds blood, while we declare Your praise and sanctify You?
Qur'an 2 30Tags: inspirational religious philosophical-musings qur-an
I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant... was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a blank state? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate?
Isaac MarionTags: life reflection confusion philosophical-musings
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