“It's all about you.”
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011 || 2:35 PM
I sure hope to find time to do things I really dream about.
Don't give up, don't give up.
Wednesday, November 02, 2011 || 10:26 PM
How everything is bursting from the dam in your chest, yet no words flow. To be honest, it's just too tiring having to keep everything to yourself since the answers to every problem stem from within as well. Or maybe we were too scared to open up in the first place. Or were we simply worrying about things that might never happen? I mean, is there even a point when we, ourselves, are simply options to a difficult question? Whatever the case, the damage is done and it's way too difficult to alter mentalities now that we are so deep in, so let's just take a one-way trip down and never turn back.
They call us 'weirdies'. I rather we be termed as the 'alternatives', or 'second-tiers'. None of us are born to be different. It's just a matter of the innate responding to different environments and teachings. We are not trying to 'fit in' to your so-called ideal world, but rather, play along with what you think is right. I emphasise, think is right. There is no rule dictating that the innate characteristics of each person are right or wrong, but I believe that there are always eyes looking in any direction at any one time. The conflict of mentalities, coupled with stereotype, simply put us down even further. We don't belong. Negligence breeds self-pity, self-pity breeds independence. Independence of the darkest order, one whereby when placed in a situation of choice, we will, ironically, choose to be completely bereft of companionship, despite knowing that all we need are people to turn to, people to get a laugh out from. An act of self-interest, or just to make everyone happy? An act of choosing to be free from emotional insecurities that comes along with meeting people after such a long time, or to free others from emotional burden that always tag along with a problematic kid? As always, mentalities.
Time. The quality that brings out the best and worst in us. A quality often taken advantage of due to its everlasting nature. Time doesn't stop, but Man does. As they say, it's funny how we are dead before people start acting the way they should. How a flower pot is broken, before lamenting "That was one of a kind.". How a pet dog goes missing, before thinking "I should have taken charge more often.". It's ironic how the things and people we seem to love never seem to be central to us at all, because 'I can always do it tomorrow.'. It's sad to see the things around us fade as time passes, as eras shift, as generations continue. What was taught by the men of old is slowly being eradicated, ushered into a new golden age we call home where everything is about oneself.
Not all people enjoy being shunned for no reason. Even fewer people can stand it for months, years even. It seems that there's always someone standing on the other side of the line.
However, this time, it's not a personal decision.
