The Grand Puzzle has broken

It still surprises me when people change over night. Lately I've witnessed it several times, but still, it seems I'll never grow accustomed to it.

It seems our expectations are turning on us, continually poking us in that, oh-so-annoying way. We see it fit that everything will fall into place as we wish it, never sparing a thought to the puzzles the people around us are building. Why can't people face the fact that it's not all about them? They even argue that they are aware of other people's needs, but still they think other people should pay more attention to theirs. And that's the bottom line.


We fail to include others in our puzzle, seeing it fair, as they fail to include us.

I'm struggling with the idea of me being the only one building a grand puzzle. I simply don't want to believe it. Yet, I'm pushed closer and closer to that conclusion, day by day, as I see how my closest friends turn on each other, all because of their personal expectations and their loss of their once existent reason I knew them to have.

I'm left wondering if they'll go back to normal when this is all over.
As people manage changing over night, maybe they can change for good, and not bad, for once.

Music is my therapy

I doubt I'm the only one out there that has a special relationship to music. I simply can't live without it, not in harmony at least.

Music can balance me out in a way nothing else can. I can be in any mood, and certain songs would make all thoughts disappear, simply filling me with it's sound and feelings.

My favorite song for this very effect is Weird Fishes/Arpeggi by Radiohead, from their newest album, In Rainbows. I really can't put my finger on it, but there's something about this song that simply gives me the chills. I'm instantly put at ease, completely calm, completely relaxed. It's like my reset button.

Love the album art!

Anyone else got a reset button? Or maybe an up-and-go button?

How did Pac-Man escape the Arcade?

After countless hours chasing and getting chased by Blinky, Pinky, Inky and Clyde, I decided it was time for a change of scenery. The old labyrinth was starting to bore me. Shocking, I know, but still, it was.

It didn't take a lot of effort escaping either, it quite simply worked it self out. And there I was, out in the real world.

It would surprise you how equal our worlds are. You say I've been living in a game all my life, but the way I see it, you're living in a game yourself.
You all follow your given rules, day in, day out. You work your way though life, one goal at a time, one piece of the puzzle falling into place every day. You've been taught not to give in when facing downtimes, knowing that soon it's going to be your turn to be the hunter, and not the hunted.

The only real difference I can find is the deepness in your game. It's on a completely different level, like.... 99 or something...

But I feel like I can fit in just fine here. I feel like I can play this game as well. This game you call life.