Project Psychology: Introduction

Head hung low and a deep sigh that brings in the chest. Feeling of genuine burning sensations shoots the brain, real quick and quiet. Knowing that some illogical fantasy can escape your dismal mind if you try just that much harder. But if ignorance has gone hand-in-hand with competence before, then remember how history repeats itself, my dear child of many years!

Think only in your inescapable little cage-that just a little while from this very moment-history shall repeat itself once again! Representing a flower into bloom, once hadn’t we all such potential, even amidst our constant strife? But not at all my queer friend. Nary a chance of connecting on any level now-if we ever had-neither.

But the gift of life given so false, yet so irresistibly generous. I can’t help but romanticize it, if not only a little. And what are more beautiful are the little things. Those minute factors of life that I’ve come to know as depth. Depth I greet in everyday life. That’s nonsensical chitter-chatter between neighbors, or the ideal schedule of three meals a day. An American eight-meal-a-day schedule is also recommended. I’ve known depth in the form of three-month relationships in which we refer to each other as “acquaintances”, or “adversaries”. So is the wicked way of the spinning Earth, that the distraught and belittled non-American peoples of the world no longer need search for that ever-distant speck of light (known as the United States), but they need focus on themselves for the first time, ever.

Unsettling cures rest in our dark hearts. Those hearts full of drama and shame from relationships past. So let me pose a question: Are you hurt by a previous love, or the one we now share? Making yourself into an individual must’ve taken volumes of unrecorded effort, unpaid, yet satisfying all the same. Practice love with your friends, generosity to your enemies or those you fear, and keep talents modest and close to thy heart. Always store your memories in the most romantic light of candles; always catalog your hopes and dreams. Pour us some charcoal-flavored-tea, and we’ll talk of the world, love! We’ll talk of the world love, we’ll talk of ourselves.