touching base

the downside of being at the bottom of the globe is that when you miss your friends, it's virtually impossible to just grab your car keys and take off to rush to meet up with them. technology is crap.

funny, yesterday, my best friend sent me an sms. i know there is a difference in time zones, but i didn't expect the message to reach me three days after valentine's day. see what i mean about technology?

and talking about delayed reactions, what she said sank in just about a few minutes ago.

i look back at fun memories and realize how fortunate i am to have found someone
who accepts me without question or judgment.

which basically washed me with a warm glow and left my ability to speak out coherent thoughts and my words were just scattered on the ground in a trail following me. it just hit me, how much i miss her.

*****

do we need to feel pain to know passion?

there is an immensely palpable force that can rip me out of this rut i'm in, right here in this moment called now, i just don't wanna touch it with my fingertips. i guess i just enjoy being surrounded by my anger and my pain, i don't wanna leave it. the is-ness of now is overwhelming, that i just allow myself to be flowed downstream.

i justify it by thinking that i need to be and to know the exactness of what is seemingly an infinite moment, so i can begin my struggle later on.

some say life is bipolar. you need to experience one to recognize the other.

i say it's just one smooth flow. passionispain.