Advertising is 85% confusion and 15% commission.
Fred AllenMots clés money advertising confusion commission
Intelligence is not expecting people to understand what your intent is; it is anticipating how it will be perceived.
Shannon L. AlderMots clés wisdom life intelligence happiness love philosophy integrity soul stories communication religion evolution authors actions novels wise games scholars choices confusion misunderstandings letting-go noble intent helpful parables wars walking-away clarification true-self direct fights retreating mixed-signals being-direct not-helpful reading-between-the-lines right-reasons
Things are not as they seem. You do not understand. There is no escape. This is all there is.” I had never seen eyes filled with so much sadness.
A.B. ShepherdMots clés sadness despair confusion
I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.
A.B. ShepherdMots clés past present confusion past-lives two-worlds caught-inbetween two-lives
I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.
A.B. ShepherdMots clés reality delusion confusion hallucination
Seconds turn into minutes and minutes into hours. It is all still the same. Or it no longer is. If I were to ask what has changed, perhaps nothing, but conceivably everything would be the befitting reply. I no longer feel the same.
Loss preceded me, alienating my soul from the body. I feel I am gliding through an alley making a journey from the known towards the unknown. There is a deep abyss inside where sometime back, my heart used to beat and a noisy, rusty old machine has replaced my mind; solitarily creating useless noise.
I don’t remember what day it is and since when have I been lying here. It must have been yesterday… or was it day before. I cannot recollect anything except the dull throbbing pain inside my brain. I can see the time, almost 9: 45, difficult to say which time of the day it is.
The bigger hand is soon going to overshadow the smaller hand. It looks like a game of cat and mouse; the bigger hand chasing the smaller one. Anyone stronger in terms of physical appearance, money, power, fame or name tramples upon the weak ones - that is the rule of the world. There are only two possible reasons behind it, love or hate. When you love someone you want to control everything that person does and hence, sometimes, knowingly or unknowingly you squash them like melons.
While on the other hand in the case of hate, there is no need to specify the reason for walking over someone like that. Hate is a strong reason in itself. I am confused as to what crushed me, was it love or hate? I somehow don’t like the sound of it – love, it in itself smells of treachery, for love is not a pure emotion. Lust and hatred are the only pure emotions. Love is camouflaged, for needs and desires.
Desires – they are magical in their own way. They can be innocent. They can be monstrous. But they exist, no matter what, and many such needs and desires make us helpless slaves of the same. We hide these desires either in the realms of our mind or in the dusty corners of our hearts for we are scared…what if someone finds out what we desire. We give them identities so as to not let the real thing show. The only thing visible on the front is a mask we wear to deceive people or that’s what I thought. For I was deceived while I believed I am the deceiver. Or was I not? I debated as my mind once again tried to enter a sleep-induced trance.
Mots clés life death hatred confusion
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