pasttime

“This is the sort of hobby that requires the space to do it at and the equipment. Since you work, do you find you have enough time to BMX at night?”
“(Right) Well…I’m not doing this because I have the time to. I make the time.”

“장소와 장비가 필요한 취미인데, 일하면서 밤에 BMX 타기에 시간이 부족하진 않으세요?”
“(오른쪽) 글쎄요. 시간이 있어서 하나요? 시간을 만들어서 하는거죠.”

My closest friends are down to get lost with me(I hope)!

Getting lost is one of my favorite pasttimes. Is that weird? When I enter a new enviornment I’ll often wander(not aimlessly) to get a feel for my surrroundings. I started doing this freshman year of college. It’s good for the creative juices. Plus, it makes you realize that “not knowing” is GREAT. It forces you to use your brain and become an adaptable problem-solver. In the end, you’ll have had a few good experiences and probably increase your innate sense(or lack thereof) of direction!

I could tie this in spiritually but I’ll just spare you…..

for now.

Εχω σκεφτει πολλες φορες τι θα εκανα αν γυριζε ο χρονος πισω. Σε ποιους θα ετρεχα και ποιους θα αφηνα. Τι θα εκανα με τον καθε ανθρωπο της ζωης μου..ξεχωριστα. Τι λογια θα ελεγα και πως θα αντιδρουσα στα δικα τους λαθη, μα και σωστα. Οσο θα ηθελα να γυρισει πισω ο χρονος, αλλο τοσο το ξεγραφω απ'την λιστα των επιθυμιων μου..διοτι ξερω πως αν γινει, θα τον χασω παλι με το να σκεφτομαι σε ποιον θα παω και τι θα κανω. Τοσα λογια ανειπωτα με τσουζουν σαν ανοιχτες πληγες βουτηγμενες στο αλατι. Τοσες ευκαιριες χαμενες, διοτι πιστευα πως “και αυριο μερα ειναι”. Τοσοι ανθρωποι χαμενοι, διοτι πιστευα πως “μωρε, και αυριο εδω θα ειναι”. Χρωσταω δυο-τρια σ'αγαπω και ενα συγγνωμη. Και θα τα χρωσταω.
Φυγαν πολλοι, ναι ξερω ξερω μωρε, θα ‘ρθουν και αλλοι..μα, το παρελθον ειναι η μονη αποδειξη οτι ολα αυτα που ζουμε δεν ειναι ενα ψεμα..νομιζω.
Εχασα και εχασες τοσες ωρες..τοσες μερες..για ενα αυριο, για ενα μεθαυριο και για εναν επομενο μηνα που ποτε δε ηρθαν γαμωτο, γιατι δεν τους φεραμε.
Θα διορθωνα πολλα, θα με διορθωναν πολλοι, αλλα για ενα ειμαι σιγουρη..ποτε δεν θα παψω να λησμονω το παρελθον μου, προσπαθώντας να το προσαρμοσω στο παρον μου.
—  @psycho-logia N
Pasttime- Daathic

Sync sat alone at the foot of Ion’s bed. In his hands, he held the headpiece that Ion wore as the Fon Master. He looked down on the headpiece and thought of what he could have been. He could have been the Fon Master instead of Ion, if only he were strong enough. In a sense, he was jealous. He was stronger than Ion, so why was it that he could not be the Fon Master instead? Was it only because he lacked the amount of power that Ion had? The power that would allow him to read the score?

Sync stood and walked over to the mirror. He looked just like Ion, yet he was not. He was worthless. He placed the headpiece on his head. He thought he looked ridiculous. If anyone knew what he was doing, no one would be able to take him seriously. Yet when he looked in the mirror, he could see a life that was not his. A life that he wanted.

((Is that a good starter?))