There's been so much loving on my behalf in the past, wasted so foolishly at times, that I'm now in this sort of crisis where I need you to love me more than I love you. And I need it right now.

I'm writing, since it's so darn cold inside, I'm writing because I'm guessing only something also from the inside could change the state of things. And, despite the multitude of people around me on the train, there is no one to actually talk to, or at least not without waking up from an obviously uncomfortable yet still so alluring sleep. Just coming out of a tunnel, I can't help but noticing that a bee managed to get inside while we were passing through a tunnel. Unexpected enough, I must say. Of all the places you could meet a bee, a tunnel through a mountain is not among the first you would think of (or at all, for that matter). And I can't help but wonder...,who will I meet next.? How and when? Why and for how long?
Ah, at least it's warmer now.

The quantity of a single person can be measured in time; the more time you spend with someone, the more quantitatively important they become to you. It is, by no means, a real assessment of that particular individual and their value, but rather a self-oriented appreciation of how much you allowed yourself to be drawn into them. Fear of losing such a person is fear of self-loss and thus betrays one's insecurity about their own depth; it is fear of self-depletion. One's quality, however, can always be seen in gestures, thoughts, words etc. or else in how deep they dwell in your soul. Shallow souls, then, could never value quality over quantity and their existence cannot transcend immediate time.

Music heals wounds but does not cure diseases.

There is a proper order to everything. Sadly enough, I see so many of my peers trying to cheat on life by skipping steps or getting ahead by all means that I really have to say it - learn to wait. Wait until you have enough money to buy the house of your dreams - don't take a loan; wait until you find someone who gives you thrills whenever you think of them - don't settle for anyone; but by all means, don't wait until every dream you once had is out of reach. Because that's why, at the end of the day, we find ourselves in debt, that's why we have so many troublesome relationships and, most importantly, that's why so many people lead their unfulfilling lives devoid of faith and love.

As with all assiduous attempts of whatever nature, one must especially take caution with intellectual tinkering, or else it may come out the wrong way. And I probably mean that in more than one sense.

Today I've seen some photos from various clubs. All the people looked the same - hollow.

Ideally, it's not every day that you do something stupid; that is why you must do your best when you decide to do it.

Your world is as big as you make it; an entire globe of wondrous places and cultures, you say? No, thank you. Not even the entire Europe is as it should be and we are expected to go out, see the world unfold? To what selfish avail? It would be equally pleasing to watch yourself transposed in kitsch puppetry. Compete with the US? Not with their thirst for power. Compete with China and India? We'll be out of consumer products. Do not compete - collaborate, but do no infringe national interests. Reject African immigrants, reject non-European students. Stop sexual libertinism. Limit WHO and IMF interventions. Would all those be so absurd?

To a friend: they were all happy but you. They're all smiling in this photograph, but you have your own troubles. I found that out shortly after we met, and I made you well for just a couple of moments. But then came your fall, and to this day I'm still struggling to find the reason why you're this moral whore that stands before me today. What happened? Was the struggle to stay on the right path too much? Do you like it so? Please tell me.

The reason why we're not together anymore is that you've held peasants by the hand.

The present is but a comma between the past and the future.
*coma

There are three things difficult to control - madness, anger and love. And once you think you've learned to control them, you'll find that you actually lost love and gained the other two.

And the moral of the story - have a little madness in your life.

I have always found it an incredibly detrimental idea to lie about time. Time has this unique trait - it retaliates tenfold against those claiming, consciously or not, that they lack time when they really don't. Always avoid excuses involving time, unless convinced that you're right. Always speak the truth. Always be true to others and to your motivations.

Though the mills of God grind slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting,
With exactness grinds He all.

 Retribution by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Disproportionate distribution of feelings makes for too little love for others and too much of a pitiful life. Care for any help?

One interesting thing about those serving as models in our society is that they tend to belong to those classes most highly revered. Change the perception on social classes and voilà! New idols.

Is it really by mere chance that people stumble upon the same things in a relatively short period of time?

Emotions tone down. All I'm left with are feelings and passions, but at least they're as strong as ever. Some no longer have any left in them.

Have you ever noticed how groups of people repeat themselves, as if by some sort of local social pattern?