How life lessons can come around when its least expected.
Better yet, how the lessons tend to bite you back real hard.
Question is, are these lessons sufficient in teaching us whats right or wrong?
Why do we only learn when its too late?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Nothing.
breaking.break.break.
pieces falling into place.
seasons changing time
time changing skies.
and its autumn
watch the leaves wither
and fade away
like your soul and mine
brushed off by the wind
turned into yellow crisps
and your heart
beating so fast
you run and fall.
your pace so fast
you be breathless
and you just fall.
curled up on
wet green grass
sweet smell of dew
bitter smell of pain
cringed.static.shaken.
so alive.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
memories fade...
There comes a time,
when you realize that memories are fading,
due to its non-physical features...
you suddenly find it so difficult to grasp on to what you use to know...
what you use to remember..
does it eventually fade away?
so long as those involved in those memories elapsed away in time as well?
no one there to remind you of those days,
no one there to share those laughter's you once knew.
no one there to reminisce the days of light-hearted worries.
Shouldn't memories be a part of our existence?
to who we are and what we become?
then why does it fade away...
why are they constantly being re-negotiated by the mind?
what if the days comes when no one else is around to be your witness of those incidences?
would you then re-arrange those fragmented memories into something so foreign from what you know
or would you spell out those little pieces and attempt to create a broken picture...
or would you let it slip away in time...
and just allow it to fade as though it was never there..
what if as time goes by it is no longer an option?
when age beckons and your memory will becomes weaker..
What more of the evil amnesia?
would it make life easier to forget?
"Do you remember...."
when you realize that memories are fading,
due to its non-physical features...
you suddenly find it so difficult to grasp on to what you use to know...
what you use to remember..
does it eventually fade away?
so long as those involved in those memories elapsed away in time as well?
no one there to remind you of those days,
no one there to share those laughter's you once knew.
no one there to reminisce the days of light-hearted worries.
Shouldn't memories be a part of our existence?
to who we are and what we become?
then why does it fade away...
why are they constantly being re-negotiated by the mind?
what if the days comes when no one else is around to be your witness of those incidences?
would you then re-arrange those fragmented memories into something so foreign from what you know
or would you spell out those little pieces and attempt to create a broken picture...
or would you let it slip away in time...
and just allow it to fade as though it was never there..
what if as time goes by it is no longer an option?
when age beckons and your memory will becomes weaker..
What more of the evil amnesia?
would it make life easier to forget?
"Do you remember...."
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Identifying that 'feeling'.
em·pa·thy - [em-puh-thee] Pronunciation Key
-the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.
*dictionary.com
Countless times you witness images that have the power to affect you emotionally or mentally.
These images come in many forms, depending on what strikes you the most or what relevance it has to your lives. but there are also cases whereby it has simply nothing to do with you, but you just get so affected by the picture.
what is it, you wonder.
During late night drives, one can help but wonder about those migrant workers who's out there on the highway,either fixing the road, solving our traffic light problems, re-doing our piping systems. Dressed in their old long sleeved shirts,loose fitted pants and topped over with another layer of t-shirt. As they work their way through the dust of the drilling's,covering their faces with bandannas.
you wonder.
should there be this feeling of 'pity' or simply,a soft side that just ponders about that man's life.
or should it just be a picture of a man, who is out there surviving his life expenses through this job. Should there be a line when it comes to empathy? Do we really know how this 'feeling' is sparked up within us?
Think of the cleaning lady you come across at your workplace, school,streets or shopping malls.
Do you ever look at them to acknowledge their presence..?
..or do you persist your 'activities' as you step all over the freshly mopped floors?
should there be this 'feeling', when all that woman is doing is earning her wages through that job.
When her job is merely another form of occupation people subscribe to within the society.
The fact is, there are many level of 'jobs' that can be offered to people. Evidently, we can't expect these so-called jobs to be on equal grounds, in terms of salary,treatment, environment or perceptions.
There should be a better alternative view point in this. Whereby it is simply seen as a whole large system which functions the way it does. People attending to their own activities in their own context. Perhaps "pity" has too much of a negative connotation to it.
What is pity anyway?
Do u so-called develop this 'feeling' towards a person just because he/she lacks something of something that you have. Or because he/she is inferior to what you are?
The idea of standards and indifference should be eliminated from our thoughts. Of course it is impossible to abolish these perceptions in our heads. It's probably because we are living in this huge ball of materialistic individuals, whereby categorization is an important factor to determine where one stands.
Its naive to challenge that thought unless if you're willing to go off to an island and just live alone, or build your own little empire, if you wish.
Otherwise..
..perhaps the simplest action could be done, simply by realizing the fact that they are no different from what you are. Thus, there should be no 'special' treatment towards them or worst still, ignorance.
these so-called distinctions will dissolve when you begin to acknowledge that we are all only human beings, after all.
Why can't we highlight this similarity instead?
-the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.
*dictionary.com
Countless times you witness images that have the power to affect you emotionally or mentally.
These images come in many forms, depending on what strikes you the most or what relevance it has to your lives. but there are also cases whereby it has simply nothing to do with you, but you just get so affected by the picture.
what is it, you wonder.
During late night drives, one can help but wonder about those migrant workers who's out there on the highway,either fixing the road, solving our traffic light problems, re-doing our piping systems. Dressed in their old long sleeved shirts,loose fitted pants and topped over with another layer of t-shirt. As they work their way through the dust of the drilling's,covering their faces with bandannas.
you wonder.
should there be this feeling of 'pity' or simply,a soft side that just ponders about that man's life.
or should it just be a picture of a man, who is out there surviving his life expenses through this job. Should there be a line when it comes to empathy? Do we really know how this 'feeling' is sparked up within us?
Think of the cleaning lady you come across at your workplace, school,streets or shopping malls.
Do you ever look at them to acknowledge their presence..?
..or do you persist your 'activities' as you step all over the freshly mopped floors?
should there be this 'feeling', when all that woman is doing is earning her wages through that job.
When her job is merely another form of occupation people subscribe to within the society.
The fact is, there are many level of 'jobs' that can be offered to people. Evidently, we can't expect these so-called jobs to be on equal grounds, in terms of salary,treatment, environment or perceptions.
There should be a better alternative view point in this. Whereby it is simply seen as a whole large system which functions the way it does. People attending to their own activities in their own context. Perhaps "pity" has too much of a negative connotation to it.
What is pity anyway?
Do u so-called develop this 'feeling' towards a person just because he/she lacks something of something that you have. Or because he/she is inferior to what you are?
The idea of standards and indifference should be eliminated from our thoughts. Of course it is impossible to abolish these perceptions in our heads. It's probably because we are living in this huge ball of materialistic individuals, whereby categorization is an important factor to determine where one stands.
Its naive to challenge that thought unless if you're willing to go off to an island and just live alone, or build your own little empire, if you wish.
Otherwise..
..perhaps the simplest action could be done, simply by realizing the fact that they are no different from what you are. Thus, there should be no 'special' treatment towards them or worst still, ignorance.
these so-called distinctions will dissolve when you begin to acknowledge that we are all only human beings, after all.
Why can't we highlight this similarity instead?
When you fail..
...to make meaning,
the word "bullshit" tend to come in mind.
and then the word 'bullshit' leads back to the idea of nothingness.
once again.
nothing.
the word "bullshit" tend to come in mind.
and then the word 'bullshit' leads back to the idea of nothingness.
once again.
nothing.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
All we need is meaning.
The fact is, it is easier to make an exit rather than to stay and witness the problem.
Truth be told, it is easier to escape our thoughts and indulge in illusionary images, rather than remain to watch the truth.
The word truth is too often associated with the bitterness of reality.
shouldn't truth be aligned with the idea of satisfaction?
referring to the impossible, whereby all doubts and questions are actually resolved?
this so -called escape route can come in many forms.
People do it through toxication, be it in liquid, smoke, powder forms such as alcohol, medications and cigarettes.
Otherwise in activity forms like yoga, meditation, computer games and sports.
..or in practical addictions like food, movies, sex, hobbies, etc..etc..
all these 'addictions',
activities we claim to be our routines and responsibilities...
seem to be distractions that lead us away from the bigger question to our existence.
Could it be that it is because it's a simpler resolution.
It is just the easiest way to live and breathe through the days?
Whereby we avoid the allegiance of emptiness and instead create elements that lead to fulfillment?
..Or the better argument that we often hear is that this is the way life functions.
It leads to our respective purposes in life.
it assist individuals in building their own journeys..
..road, pathway, whatever you choose to call it..
If there is one thing one can be certain of,
would be that people hate people who questions.
just like how government detest citizens that opposes their systems.
To how the religious would react towards the non-believers.
people find it easier to shut off individuals who question the unanswered, the unknown..
How pretentious life can be..
When we constantly find ourselves subscribing to agendas that we never really understood in the first place.
this is possibly a primary reason to why humans meaning-making machines are now possessed by individualistic owners.
it is better for people to activate the machine in their favourable terms, rather than making it a unitary system for all.
That way, we avoid the complications of conflict between different ideas and believes.
Because each perspective have segregated rooms in which they are able to co-exist.
After all, who is there to judge us for the meanings we generate for ourselves?
In other words, who cares about the meanings you make for yourself?
*nobody*
Truth be told, it is easier to escape our thoughts and indulge in illusionary images, rather than remain to watch the truth.
The word truth is too often associated with the bitterness of reality.
shouldn't truth be aligned with the idea of satisfaction?
referring to the impossible, whereby all doubts and questions are actually resolved?
this so -called escape route can come in many forms.
People do it through toxication, be it in liquid, smoke, powder forms such as alcohol, medications and cigarettes.
Otherwise in activity forms like yoga, meditation, computer games and sports.
..or in practical addictions like food, movies, sex, hobbies, etc..etc..
all these 'addictions',
activities we claim to be our routines and responsibilities...
seem to be distractions that lead us away from the bigger question to our existence.
Could it be that it is because it's a simpler resolution.
It is just the easiest way to live and breathe through the days?
Whereby we avoid the allegiance of emptiness and instead create elements that lead to fulfillment?
..Or the better argument that we often hear is that this is the way life functions.
It leads to our respective purposes in life.
it assist individuals in building their own journeys..
..road, pathway, whatever you choose to call it..
If there is one thing one can be certain of,
would be that people hate people who questions.
just like how government detest citizens that opposes their systems.
To how the religious would react towards the non-believers.
people find it easier to shut off individuals who question the unanswered, the unknown..
How pretentious life can be..
When we constantly find ourselves subscribing to agendas that we never really understood in the first place.
this is possibly a primary reason to why humans meaning-making machines are now possessed by individualistic owners.
it is better for people to activate the machine in their favourable terms, rather than making it a unitary system for all.
That way, we avoid the complications of conflict between different ideas and believes.
Because each perspective have segregated rooms in which they are able to co-exist.
After all, who is there to judge us for the meanings we generate for ourselves?
In other words, who cares about the meanings you make for yourself?
*nobody*
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Nothing.
When the war is over.
When the battlefields,
Lay empty and silent.
Dark sky sweeps across,
As the wind howls..
the stench of lonely bodies,
Fills the air,
with mournful cries and tears.
The sole survivor stands still.
Shaken by the memories..
Disguised in the lies of strength.
How long can this solitary being stand?
As the ice cold steel,
Prickles through her skin.
Blood vanishes beneath the veins.
Slowly, she falls off her feet.
Helplessly,
Crashed on to the ground.
Alas..
The world depicts nothingness.
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