Language and motivation

Past few weeks have been crazy really. I am worked to the point of exasperation for my lit essay and it is really frustrating to really feel the limitations of your own language, not the abiltity to comprehend and understand, but more about conveying your thoughts to others. It is almost to the point of jamais vu to hear have someone tell you the advice offered one year ago. But I must not stop short here, for I believe it is within reach and you can never stop improving if you strive, just like your understanding of biology and literature is never solely one reading one fold.

In a sense, you realise that speech can turn out to be ironic due to the nature of language itself., however we try to reach out to others, there is always to gap in ideas. That which you place in others and in yourself is perhaps remarkable, that lightless and weightless being called faith.

Sometimes it is this faith that survives you through your pursuits, that sustains you when everything else seems to fail apart; and yet, you have to realise, faith can be blind too. How do we know that our pursuits for knowledge are not in vain? And they do not come to zlitch? What survives of that? I really don't know sometimes. I only know it is what I love and I will not be any happier to lead my life any other way.

Conviction in blind faith?

Two songs from a play
W.B Yeats

II

In pity for man's darkening thought
He walked that room and issued thence
In Galilean turbulence;
The Babylonian starlight brought
A fabulous, formless darkness in;
Odour of blood when Christ was slain
Made all platonic tolerance vain
And vain all Doric discipline.
Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day.
Love's pleasure drives his love away,
The painter's brush consumes his dreams;
The herald's cry, the soldier's tread
Exhaust his glory and his might:
Whatever flames upon the night
Man's own resinous heart has fed.