Colonial KirkPA
Silver Member
The Pondering of KirkPA's Soul
At times, during youth, there comes a moment when a man sits down and muses over his internal thoughts on his personal status. At the hour of 12:30 a.m., on Monday, KirkPA did just that.
In all of Time, Man, usually, aims to transcend the limits of normalcy. Not only has Time, the most insensitive of all judges, reflected the pursuits of the simpleton in jest, but one's own thoughts have also been infiltrated by that same perpetrator. This feat, from the most unfair jury: Time itself; leads one through a life that cannot be led with a pattern.
During youth, one's inner soul usually challenges the most threatening enemy of the mind: inner strife. This strife may stem from one's own personal conflict...self-hatred/self-love. Humanity, in general, has printed a permanent black stain in my heart...my heart that portrays love, but gets none in return from the Common. This indecorous display, from a "cold" society, has long since induced the extinction of my own personal soul. A soul that has long since been snubbed by the arms of a once-loving society and tainted with the banding of the cold-hearted.
With the termination of my soul, how could I, KirkPA, continue to express myself in a decent manner? It is an arduous task to partake in, but with the workings of my inner faith, I can conquer this tribulation: maintaining personal reputation. Now, if I at all offended anyone in the past, I, solely, take full responsibility for my actions and ask for you to pardon my fragile character. I ask for forgiveness from my fellow Tnet members that I have, in a circuitous fashion, disrespected.
I aim to rectify my now tarnished character, by opening my arms, in a symbolic fashion, to all of the members. In all essence, I open my soul, for you, to enter and feel my love: my love for this great hobby.
KirkPA
At times, during youth, there comes a moment when a man sits down and muses over his internal thoughts on his personal status. At the hour of 12:30 a.m., on Monday, KirkPA did just that.
In all of Time, Man, usually, aims to transcend the limits of normalcy. Not only has Time, the most insensitive of all judges, reflected the pursuits of the simpleton in jest, but one's own thoughts have also been infiltrated by that same perpetrator. This feat, from the most unfair jury: Time itself; leads one through a life that cannot be led with a pattern.
During youth, one's inner soul usually challenges the most threatening enemy of the mind: inner strife. This strife may stem from one's own personal conflict...self-hatred/self-love. Humanity, in general, has printed a permanent black stain in my heart...my heart that portrays love, but gets none in return from the Common. This indecorous display, from a "cold" society, has long since induced the extinction of my own personal soul. A soul that has long since been snubbed by the arms of a once-loving society and tainted with the banding of the cold-hearted.
With the termination of my soul, how could I, KirkPA, continue to express myself in a decent manner? It is an arduous task to partake in, but with the workings of my inner faith, I can conquer this tribulation: maintaining personal reputation. Now, if I at all offended anyone in the past, I, solely, take full responsibility for my actions and ask for you to pardon my fragile character. I ask for forgiveness from my fellow Tnet members that I have, in a circuitous fashion, disrespected.
I aim to rectify my now tarnished character, by opening my arms, in a symbolic fashion, to all of the members. In all essence, I open my soul, for you, to enter and feel my love: my love for this great hobby.
KirkPA