a note-of-the-day. a reminder. an aspiration. a confession.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

humans.

i don't know why i still manage to stand.
is this what they call.. uh nevermind.
i'm always clearing up myself.
in fact i've grown tired of doing it always.
and i'll never be as clear as the crystal.
i don't know where to throw away my trash.
just because no one is barely there.

everyone moves and thinks himself as i'm-always-right.
get real, indeed that's what we look for in life ain't it, the so-called right thing.
everybody wants to be right.
everybody wants to live a right life.
but get even more real, not everytime you will always be right.
there are times when you will fall and do something to no avail.

but there are defenses in you (always, even subliminally) when you want to fight for something/someone.
you always think you're right because you really love that something/someone and you just want that to happen as perfect as the fairytale, without caring to whom you're fighting your defenses against, even your loved ones, sometime.
this thing saddens me a lot, because i really don't want the elderlies' thoughts to be proved correct, that humans nowadays, don't have that "humanity" in them anymore. they're too idealistic that they don't know with whom they're with anymore, just because they want their someone/something get done alright.

think about it again, how selfish it is? is it worth it that you do it?

but perhaps in the end it's really up to the people of how they want to think about it. everyone is different, hell how many times should i repeat that? everyone's raised with different backgrounds, and fuck you can't blame cultures. if you really want to blame, dig the ancestors' graves and shout at the top of your lungs about what you feel.

there's no black and white in life, but there are grays, of different value. and what you perceive as light will not always be perceived that way by others. all thanks to culture.

don't label yourself smart if you don't know how to treat yourself and your surroundings well. your phd, or your master, or your whatsoeversocalledexperiencesinlife won't buy me. those are just outlooks.

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