Thoughts

A scrawny teenage boy stands alone before the train track with a backpack. He over burdens his shoulders and arms with huge plastic bags full of groceries. You wonder in your heart how he got himself into this scene, this place, on a saturday morning. Why he is the only one doing it. His forlorn expression makes you want to go up and help him, talk to him, ask him.

An acquaintance passes you by, just when you intend to discount her existence she retraces her steps to say hi. At that immediate moment as you look at the shape of her mouth and the sound registers in your head, you find yourself recoil. You went along anyway. Ask her as many questions as she wants to answer. Oh really. Thats good. Uhuh. You take out your cd player and re-immerse yourself into where u orginally were. Despite yourself you wish you were less condescending.

AFter sometime, you need to bless urself with the disposition of ignoring problems. Make it second nature to forget to think. No use recognizing it if there is no obvious solution. Sooth your sorry mind. Use your heart and not your mind. A heart aint meant to deal with problems. A heart feels. Feels and than act. And thats what u should do. Forget about thoughts. Don't even think. Just feel. Feel. Feel. Try it. Try it for once. But ofcoz. I forgot. I forgot that you can't.

"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless." --- Oscar Wilde