i casted a look upon my father's sleeping form while idly waiting for the 7 o'clock news's conclusion. vivid images of the events that evoked tragedy and loss, and had taken place this year ran through my mind. across his pallid face i saw the years stretching out and nearing the edge of safety. i heard secrets and lies, and utterance of i'm fine's and thank you's. there is always a storm coming, was what i reminded myself. the implication is that i stand in an unstable ground/am in constant worry. i pay no heed to freedom because there's no such thing in this world we're stuck in.
I cannot make my days longer so I strive to make them better.
- Thoreau
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.