Saturday, December 23, 2006

'i know that i shall meet my fate....'

sometimes, life leaves me scared shitless.

and the frightening thing is that it never subsides. probably up until the point wherein the irony is obvious and you've been given the option to not do anything about it. in simplicity: accede. but hey, as the French cliche would pound your head: c'est la vie.

ha-ha. i know it's funny to think that i've been wondering about my mortality recently---commencing with Dada's exceedingly odd dream that i died. twice. what i'm not certain if the dream occured on two consecutive days or if there was an interval. superstitious that i am, i think, that dreams that are consecutive in frequency could/might happen in reality (as opposed to the belief that dreams are the opposite).

then, came a package from Manila. Carina sent me a Spiderman trade paperback about Spidey's death and rebirth. somehow, that cemented the thought that a very confounding metamorphosis is well on its way (whether i'll be swallowed up by a Morlun-like creature or emerge as a reborn Peter Parker, i don't know---but i'll welcome the idea, anyhow). a rebirth thing is pretty much okay (as long as i'll live the same way i try to struggle my own life right now---and not transform into a Kafkaesque arthropod), but if i'll stay cocooned eternally...um, that would be a bummer, don't you think?

anyway, i'll perhaps spend the Holidays thinking. positively or otherwise, but i've been through a stress run lately--and this realization could be a repercussion of that siguro.

note:
screw Yeats. but the poem strikes me. let that opening line be the title of this post. Stoltz's character made it out of Memphis Belle by plagiarizing this Ode. it'll be my lucky clover.

latest musing of Etchie at 11:18