Our inner discovery

So, as much as I love exploring the idea of soul searching, another topic has lingered in my mind for awhile now. Its been irritating me as much as a recurring poke from a needle.

As  I sit here bored out of my mind, it has occurred to me that the internet is insufficient, and anything off the internet is just as equally not fulfilling and unsatisfying. Nothing seems to be able to quench this thirst of boredom.

However we all know this is a lie; a big blatant sloth infested lie. If I had to be honest with myself, I would say that I am actually dismantling pieces of my-'self' and offering it to either facebook or locking it away in a cupboard in my mind, forever hidden to my persona that exists when I'm online. I now question, if I am presenting qualities of myself to others via virtual communication, then what am I keeping to myself?

I have presented things I've seen, things I've done and things I know, to people who might or might not care. And in the midst of doing all of this, precious time of self exploration passes by. I am bewildered and puzzled to this self-destructive cycle.

OK, now I think I've gone into the world of pessimism.

Oh boy, now I'm stuck.

Presents. Possible Ideas.

I was never a demanding child. I grew up knowing life wasn't going to give me everything I wanted and that other things were more important. I remember looking at pretty porcelain dolls and ornaments wishing that they belonged in my hand. Then I looked at my mom and saw that she wished the same.

Even if the things I've asked for were hardly given, life has been kind enough to give me other presents. I've been given presents by people who've embodied themselves in those presents.I see these objects and I see parts of these people.