
And The Urge To Write Begins at 4.32
by: naekole
I hate this sensation, this feeling, this course and route that I somehow seem to be taking.
The flow of ideas course my mind whenever the sun is nearly up, as well as the clear fact that I have continuous work to do.
The screen is flickering bright, the air conditioner is blasting icicles, Ben Burnley is stealing my mind with his voice, it gives me no real will to actually work at this ghastly hour.
But hey, it is to help mama.
While watching Pushing Daises during my break, Olive Snook (a character) questioned a traveling salesman about if you are unable to hold the person whom you love most, to feel or kiss them, would you not just move on, forward to another who loves you in return?
The salesman, Fredo, answered that if he loved her, even if he would not be able to touch her, he will regain strength from her beauty, and if he went blind, he would gain his strength from her voice, for he, at the end of the day, loves her.
It made me see, things that maybe some people might not.
And it made me realize something I should have.
I learn something from this series, actually, a lot from this television series.
It may not be as good as House (but of course), or as successful as Heroes, or even as thrilling as Supernatural, but most television series teaches us something, if we actually sit down and think about it.
Pushing Daisies taught me about how we should appreciate those that we love, and those that we have around us, and spend every second as it were our last.
And how love does not depend on anything entirely physical.
Time is of essence when it comes to love, but sometimes, time can be your enemy.
Time may cause you to realize what you've lost in life, but if you're lucky, it may show you what you've gained in exchange.
It is all actually very highly contradicting.
In the end of the day, we must cherish each moment we have, like it were our last, but never rush everything, because sometimes, it is better to wait.
Do excuse my retarded writing, it is 4.59 after all.
xx
by: naekole
I hate this sensation, this feeling, this course and route that I somehow seem to be taking.
The flow of ideas course my mind whenever the sun is nearly up, as well as the clear fact that I have continuous work to do.
The screen is flickering bright, the air conditioner is blasting icicles, Ben Burnley is stealing my mind with his voice, it gives me no real will to actually work at this ghastly hour.
But hey, it is to help mama.
While watching Pushing Daises during my break, Olive Snook (a character) questioned a traveling salesman about if you are unable to hold the person whom you love most, to feel or kiss them, would you not just move on, forward to another who loves you in return?
The salesman, Fredo, answered that if he loved her, even if he would not be able to touch her, he will regain strength from her beauty, and if he went blind, he would gain his strength from her voice, for he, at the end of the day, loves her.
It made me see, things that maybe some people might not.
And it made me realize something I should have.
I learn something from this series, actually, a lot from this television series.
It may not be as good as House (but of course), or as successful as Heroes, or even as thrilling as Supernatural, but most television series teaches us something, if we actually sit down and think about it.
Pushing Daisies taught me about how we should appreciate those that we love, and those that we have around us, and spend every second as it were our last.
And how love does not depend on anything entirely physical.
Time is of essence when it comes to love, but sometimes, time can be your enemy.
Time may cause you to realize what you've lost in life, but if you're lucky, it may show you what you've gained in exchange.
It is all actually very highly contradicting.
In the end of the day, we must cherish each moment we have, like it were our last, but never rush everything, because sometimes, it is better to wait.
Do excuse my retarded writing, it is 4.59 after all.
xx



