Puppets

Personally choose to share experiences and stories instead of burdens, which then complained by a friend, that she feels outdated. Times where anger overwhelms the mind, thus having tons of words to be said, which then being held back so that the probability of offending a person is lower, as the chaos we have already caused is more than enough. It is an attitude which may not be so applicable in the eyes of many, at least to some particular groups, where they think a person should let the words out despite the fact that he is pissed; regardless the content and that understanding will be built thereafter. Sometimes wonder, are we the ones who responsible on what we are to do and to speak? Or it is our emotions instead? Either one, the effect is significant enough to bring us to the top or even, breaking the trust between two. Very often, we use the term ‘puppet’ whenever one is controlled by the other; in this case, are we one of those puppets to our emotions? Or perhaps to our actions and words spoken? Or even to ourselves? Anyhow, the responsibility is there, the choice is there and when we decided on one, we are automatically responsible on what we are to take and to face; as we are the puppets to our decisions, the words to be said and the actions to be taken, we are the puppets to ourselves.

Theme of Life

Most functions have their own themes, with different or perhaps the same originalities, ideas and purposes. Certainly, same goes to our lives. Like many others, theme is flexible enough to be changed from time to time, be it on purpose or the other way round. From a ball to cell phone monitor screen, theme is determined by the people in charged; discuss together as one maybe, a person has all say maybe. Anyhow, the theme tells us the main idea of one particular function; generally or specifically. What about us? Do we have the theme of our lives? Do we know the theme of our lives, of our roles? There are times where we are the ones who decide our own theme of life, with the influences from incidents taken place, we ourselves and the people around us, be they the one we love or the passersby. When we are wondering who we were, who we are and who we will be, we are figuring the path to our definition of truth; when we are trying hard to find out the purpose of our lives, the theme to our journey down the road, the role we are playing in all intersection of memories, we are leaving ourselves in the heads of others, of what we have said, what we have done and what we have heard.

Personalization

Every now and then, different ideas and desires are presented; from what we want to how we want it to be. Creation always first started off with a question or perhaps a request and need, where the following generations will then proceed with the alternation; to improve, to customize and to personalize further. With us the individuals having different perspectives and ideas of beauty, the world is colourful, whereby it also means more arguments, requests and desires, as there is no item or even a lively being can satisfy the requirements and needs of all; not even the personalized properties. An object is customized according to the preference of customers, but how customize it can be? During the working days to produce labels, one of the most frequent questions being asked was, “Can I have only this picture and not the rest?” and the answer is no. Not truly customize after all, is it? There are the restriction in personalizing our properties and lifestyle; however, when we are given the full authority to proceed with the so called personalization, we would somehow feel reluctant to do so, for it is more complicated than we think it is and that our attitude towards troublesome is personalized or perhaps, globalised.

Death

Deaths are everywhere, taking place whenever we are not aware of. When it comes to a point in life, we may be wondering why the number of such depressing incidents is greatly increased around us, questioning the one who we believe is in charged of the matter why us and the people we care; but never did we know, we are not the only ones who are trying to overcome such painful experiences, for there are many more similar events happening around the world, to the people we may or may not know of. When we are way younger, we have no idea what death means and very often we wonder why people cry, those are the time where we are not familiar with the word sorrow; coming to our current age, we start receiving news revolving around the people we care for, where we can do nothing else other than being by their sides, saying words which can hardly calm their hearts and souls, for we know only the time can ease their painful memories. As we move down the journey of life, we face more challenges, newborns and deaths, where each leaves its footsteps in our very souls, telling us about the world we are living in and that we have lived.

Numbering

Our days are numbered in a way, with or without us knowing exactly how many. Personally, an incident takes place as it is destined to be, where nothing can be done to prevent it from happening, where no changes will be made thereafter; be it the unwanted event or desired. Numbering is used to represent numbers, for reference purposes and many more, which we have been applying in daily life. We are told to live our lives to the fullest; like there is no tomorrow and so we shall have no regrets when a sudden death strikes us. Express our feelings to the people we love, apologize before it is too late and fulfill our dreams while we can. In many cases, most choose not to say a word regarding unwanted incidents, where there is this conception that everything will soon be over if we just leave it aside, where numbering is not used on counting down to sorrows but happiness. Funny thing it is, that we decided not to number our lives though we know it is already numbered from the very beginning; that we are supposed to be reminded every now and then regarding our limited days on Earth when we somehow refuse to remember. Such irony, isn’t it?

Self-Esteem

Very often, we hear people saying they have no confidence in themselves due to low self-esteem and always, they feel useless for not able to aid the people they love when help is needed most. Seriously, how often do we come up with solutions regarding the problems of others’? As we all know, the only way to help people is them helping us to help them in return. Indeed, motivation and support are needed for one to stay strong and overcome the obstacles; however, if that particular person not willing to open up, to face the truth and to pull himself out from the mess, all the helping hands mean nothing, nothing at all. When we feel awful for only able to be by their sides during the worst and nothing else we can do in order to help them, think again, that’s the best we can do and certainly the best comfort which can be brought into a person’s life. Why feel bad when we have already tried and gave our best? Why feel useless when we help the people around just by staying with them? An aid comes in any form, be it spiritually, physically and materialistically. So why complain? Never ever use the name of low self-esteem when we are the ones who not satisfied with the help given because it is unfair; to the phrase, to the people we love and to us.

Hurt & Being Hurt

Disappointment, regret and guilty; whenever we hurt someone else, whenever we see the people we love being hurt, especially when we are the one who hurt the others. Also, when we fail ourselves and the people we care for, when we do not achieve their expectation, when we are not as good as we think we are. Always, we tend to hurt the feelings of others, with or without us realizing it and always, we tend to get hurt over the most insignificant word one has said. We go overboard, we overreact and we not willing to let go just like that. Is it our attitude by nature of not forgiving the others easily and the actions taken by us or the rest of the world? That the past is still haunting us and the memories, hence causing us not able to open up, even to the dearest? When we know damage has been done, we not necessary take actions in order to fix things up, for we may not know how and what to do, not forgetting that we like to put things aside, waiting for the day where it automatically goes back to the good old days; even if we do know what can be done, we might not have the courage to fulfill our duty, in the sense of putting the pieces back together. Perhaps this is just the way it is, where we need a gentle reminder on what we are dealing and how we are suppose to handle it, where we sometimes forget our capability and strength, where we tend to keep it in mind that we have failed the others and us; or maybe, we need more than just a reminder about the fact that we have hurt the people we love and sometimes, we ourselves.

闯关

自制力强者万事俱备，弱者则无能为力；并非无药可救，而是靠个人毅力。走过风风雨雨，看过上千万事物，咱们人类仍生存着，凭各自的强与力发掘新天地、新世纪。一不如十，十不如万；单凭自己，所获取的不如十人同心协力打造的天空，而当十人的力量碰上万人互助时，既是得晓不自量力的一刻。凡事靠自己，却需要他人从旁协助，只因我们也有怠惰的时候，只因我们也是凡人一名，只因他人对自己而言有固定的影响力。何时苦、何时难？何时福、何时喜？人间有越帮越忙的典故，也有雪中送炭的事故； 是人是鬼、是敌是友、是难是福皆有故，并非故事，而是缘故。船到桥头自然直，我们一路走来遇见贵人好、土匪也好，自有它的典中故。因果循环，领悟万物； 单独上阵，有友相伴或无人作伴，届时毅力与能耐都得附上重任，以得闯关。

Chameleon

Emotions are contagious and influential; where many may be overwhelmed if they fail to overcome such spontaneous arise in mental state. When one is laughing, the rest tends to follow; when one is sobbing, the others try to stop their tears from overflowing. It is like a circle, a process and a must in life, whereby we shouldn't be laughing when people are sad, that we try to put on a smile when the others are too, that we should feel what the others are feeling, to not be the spoiler of one particular occasion. There are times where we wonder why the people around fail to feel what we felt, why they insist on us understanding them instead of them understanding us and why us who obey the cycle, not the others. Personally, many have been applying the concept of respecting the people around us, the ones we love and care for; be they smiling or crying, we keep them as company, in a way such that they are not alone, that they know there are those who will stick to them to the very end; emotionally or spiritually. Thus, we automatically feel sad when the others are too, changing our emotions according to situations; a chameleon perhaps, changing its colour, to be part of the surroundings and us trying to be part of ours.

Time Awaits

Plenty of time there is, if we use it wise enough, if we stop whining on how limited it can be, if and only if, we are being patient all this while. We improve ourselves as the time goes by, where the changes occur, be it good or bad. It takes time to perfect our masterpiece, to prepare ourselves for the worst, to learn about the destiny ahead of us. All and all, it is about time; how much we have spent on producing great work, how long it has been ever since the first lesson learned and how much more to go before we are to achieve the highest of all. The best performer needs time to rehearse before the show is to be presented to the crowds and little time has to be taken for the very least in order to form the bonding between two; time used to heal all wounds, leaving scars behind for gentle reminder; time spent to prove all truths, leaving the past in the past and to move on with a whole new perspective, a different idea of life and happiness. Time never waits if we never do but we can definitely achieve the best if we are able to go far ahead before time or perhaps, to live our lives with time being side by side. We give ourselves time for the better but we don’t time ourselves and similarly, we tell the others to take their time for perfection instead of counting down, where time waits when we are making our decision clear.

Best Friends

An article caught the attention long ago, topic regarding best friend of opposite gender; a person who we share our problems and daily life with, who knows us better than anyone else and even ourselves at times, where we know them as much in turns. That was the time where one personally thinks is lucky enough, to have more than five best friends of a different gender, who have been by the side all this while whenever a helping hand is needed, who are able to calm the soul and put a smile onto the face, who do not mind staying awake just to listen to the complaints. And at the very end of the day, a total different perception has taken over; not all stories and problems can be shared, not all best friends know us better than anyone ever existed and certainly, not all best friends are best friends. Always, we have a different definition of best friend and always, it changes, varying from one grade to another, from one chapter to another. As we move on down the journey of life, we would learn that we do not only share the problems with best friends, but also the others, as long as the time is right, as long as the atmosphere is fine. We have learned that anyone who cares would care, be they the friends, family, or even a passerby; we have figured that there is a lifespan for two to be as close as ever, to be best friends in the eyes of many; and now, we no longer use the term best friend but close friend instead.

Braggers & Exaggerators

Exaggeration occurs when we are sharing the experiences of ours for the very first time, where it then becomes less interesting, to the point where we would outline the incidents taken place, briefly. Bragging is one of the most common skills needed when a person is to show off, to amaze others, to create the fantasy he ever wanted though it does not exist; a skill which also requires little exaggeration at times. Exaggerators might not be braggers, but braggers are definitely exaggerators. We exaggerate, with or without us knowing; the words we’ve chosen to express ourselves, the facial expressions we’ve put on while telling the stories and our hands with all sorts of body languages, which leave the false impression to others, especially when there is misinterpretation. On the other hand, there are those who choose to create the events which never existed as though it could attract attention even more and never did they know that the third parties already figured out the truth of the tales being told, where the original purpose of fascinating others turns out to be a failure. The fact which is not known by many; that we exaggerate at times, with a certain level that we are not aware of, while we are busy commenting the others on how exaggerative they can be, be they the braggers or exaggerators.

Price Tags

Every item on sale has its own value and price tag. Though we are priceless, the memories are priceless, both are still given a price, in the sense of evaluating them, how much they mean to us, how great it affects us from emotional to spiritual. Several lines from the bottom of the heart, a song presented using guitar, continuous supports and courage; the priceless memories among all, which would tail us to the other corner of the earth. We are told not to evaluate the relationship between two or more using money; we have been warned regarding the consequences of taking the wrong path, making the wrong decision and choosing the wrong package; but still, we set a budget when it comes to buying presents, we try to recall the memories together before we are to pay for an item chosen for that particular person; we are actually putting a price tag on the people we care for, the people we love, without us knowing it. We are taught to know real well of our capabilities before we are to decide the path ahead, the action to be taken or the words to be spoken, and at the very end of the day, we would fail, with or without knowing; similar to us having the price tags on, different values from different points of views, different individuals.

Perversion

Whenever the topics being related to sex in any form at all, most people take it as something to be ashamed of, a restricted area for any approaches; be it the jokes or knowledge. What’s worse, to be called a pervert when the conversations touch on sex and sort, not in the form of harassment but discussion; a perversion from the definition of pervert when it is merely earthy and open-minded. The truth is, the desire is in us, or else the human race would have been extinct long ago. Does not matter whether a male or female, both have the similar needs, from different angle and perspectives. Indeed we should respect the privacy of others and it is definitely their choice and their right whether to share or the other way round; however, that does not mean the whole world must not do what they want to do when one is against it, as long as it does not bring harm to others or any living beings, crushing their pride and offending people. When we want the rest of the world to respect us, our thoughts and the decisions being made, we must first respect them; when we want to unite all powers and strengths, we must first take the boundaries and differences in perspectives into account; when we dislike people discussing the topics we think should be kept among themselves, we tell and not discriminate them, nor judge them and criticize them.

Half

Chances of choosing the correct answer out of two, fifty-fifty; to give birth to a boy instead of a girl, fifty-fifty; where the probability varies to get half of a hundred marks and an unpredictable one of getting half of the world to agree on what we have said, or whatever we’ve said. More than half of the twenty-four hours are spent on the net, less than half of the day is used to study; more than half of the room is filled with memories, less than half of the cupboard is placed with books; more than half of the time in school is to daydream, less than half of the moments in class is to practise aiming for the goal. It is to say that great wisdom is obtained from experiences and lessons learned, be it an action or words. If so, how long does it take us to actually absorb all or perhaps even half of it? That’s a question which can never be answered. When we think we know it all, how much do we know? We may know what the others don’t and we might not know what the others do; we probably understand what people do and not understand what the rest of the world doesn’t. Gaining wisdom is a lifelong process, where there is no boundary to what we may obtain. Do we even have half of the knowledge which has been passing around the world? I doubt so.

Invisibility

How many see us when we are invisible? And, are we invisible? Frankly, we’d probably feel it that way even if we are not, especially the times when we feel left out in a conversation, not very clear regarding the latest issue around us and several moments alone inside our heads, wandering elsewhere. How do we define the word invisible? What makes us think that we are invisible? Why invisible? I wonder. No one likes to be treated as one, but most people tend to treat the others as if they never existed, be it the person they dislike the most, one who has hurt them so much that they refuse to recall the good old memories together or simply, they have no intention to acknowledge that particular person’s existence. Many interested in invisibility, like what certain movies created based on that idea, a form of power which can be so great and yet, killing, depending on how we are to make use of it. Perhaps it isn’t the right way to define one’s invisibility by looking at how big the social circle is, how often that particular person is surrounded by the crowds and how quiet he can be in class, but the fact that how much he can see, as the third party. When we are invisible, we see things differently; in the sense of we are more likely to see what we don’t usually do when we are being acknowledged; truth maybe, different perspectives yes. Perhaps it isn’t that bad after all, to possess the skill of a chameleon, to be ‘out of sight’ once in a while, to figure the way our surrounding works; social, family and works.

After Dream

Dreamt of a dream, where the familiar faces are shown, with the least expected incidents occurred; death, exam questions and betrayal. Among all three, the last affects the most, leaving the deepest impression, even after dream. Perhaps it is due to the previous experience, flashback taken place and the fear of similar incident happening once again is aroused. Distance to be kept between two for the sake of satisfying the dearest, for the fear of having the person we loved being snatched away just like that. Another form of betrayal is what they called, other than not fulfilling the promises one has made, to backstab another with or without them knowing, perhaps simply, not achieving the least expectations being set. Why troubled and annoyed by such meaningless dream? Guess it can never be helped, especially when similar situation has taken place years ago. Does not matter how many times we tell ourselves, does not matter how often we talk to the others, that dreams are dreams and they are not real, it would still haunt us from time to time, before we even prepare ourselves for its arrival. The effect of after dream, telling us the expected and the least expected, where we wonder.

Bazaar

Bazaar within walking distance, an event which would last for month, where people gather around or perhaps, bump to each other when they expected least. Variety of foods was displayed, where the frequency of finding the same food is equivalent high, which depends on our luck and choices made of which would become our meal of the day, whether we would like it or toss it to one side and refuse to eat it. Unplanned activities taken place, such that to walk ourselves all the way for food due to sudden cravings, to bump into friends whom we’ve missed though hour is spent within the same area, to realize not all desires are to be granted, though it smells good and it tastes bad. Never once it comes to our mind that similar incidents might take place, where the trust in between would be put to test, where the heart is to break once again, where confidence and efforts alone do not help giving us what we wanted most. There may be plenty of stalls and choices in the bazaar, but when we are to narrow down our preferences and favorites, there would still be the unsatisfying, where we might want something more, where we are limited by our dreams and desires, where we are trapped within our imagination, where we are all put to test.

Trials

It is hard to give up after all the efforts which have been put in, but it is harder to keep on trying after dozens of failures and hardships slamming right on our faces. Why trials? A term which sounds so harsh and deadly, which able to freak a person out just by saying it, which from many perspectives, seems to be important; a trial of our faith towards life, of our determination and consistency, of our strength and capabilities in handling different situations which are about to take place. One failure means something, which would soon be nothing when we can achieve a higher ground, to stand up once again from the place where we failed, to aim for what we wanted most after all these years. We know we can do better than scoring nothing, no one else but us to help ourselves, to bring ourselves up along with the support of others, instead of sitting at one corner and crying out loud, though it helps to release our stress once in a while, to remind us the people who care, the laughter we had and the smiles on our faces, on others’; however, after all the whining and tears, it is time to wake up from our nightmares and we know it. Though we have winter after the fall, the spring will still come, so is the life of ours. With all the trials we’ve had and soon to overcome with, we know we can and we wouldn’t stop trying till then. Cheers.

Poem: Stars

This is an edited version of the story

created to put someone to sleep.

Stars are not hidden,

but our eyes which failed to see them.

Never once they’re asked to shine alone in the sky,

but with the others in the darkest night.

Have a close look at the people around

and we would then realize

how close we are with the legend of the night.

Keeping us company despite the tiring burdens and smiles,

they shine.

Without giving much attention,

we carry on with our tasks given,

ignoring the significant light.

Sometimes wonder why,

but there is no reply.

To continue their duty on free will,

the stars shining bright.

No complains, no backing out,

they remain still.

Guiding us, loving us and be there by our sides.

Memory Lost

Sometimes wonder how it actually feels like when we lost all memories regarding ourselves, the family and friends. Is it painful? Or could it be a new life instead? Does not matter what we do and how we are to do it, there are still the incidents and events that we may soon forget, be it good or bad, since it is not under our control of which to remember and which not to be. Childhood memories, loss of friendship, political issues in society, confession between two close friends and many more; the best and the worst memories ever are now mixed, make no difference, not anymore. Remembering the good old days, as many have said, where they would then start daydreaming, wondering what changes might take place if they’ve chosen a different path, how the others are doing since they’ve not seen each others for years and sometimes, trying hard to recall what happened back then. When all the memories are to be withdrawn, leaving us without any, maybe, it would be suffering; for we want to know more, to not accept the fact that we have no past, to prove our existence by flipping through the chapters of our lives. When we see a blank paper, there’s an urge for us to start scribbling on top; when the paper is full with different handwritings, we would then wish for a blank paper instead. This is us, and how we react when we lost the things that we possessed, be it the memories, an object or a person.

Beauty of Unfamiliarity

Looking at the questions given, no solutions pop out in the head; officially brain dead. Unfamiliar ways of asking the questions and certainly have no clues on how to present the answers. When we first came to a new place, we would restrict ourselves to a certain extend, before we are to start exploring and making new friends; when we are still new in handling situations, we might even go panic and not know what to do, till the second similar incident happens again; unfamiliarity which leads us to experiences and courage, to train ourselves not to be fearful, to make sure we learn our lessons in the long run, a better way in taking care of the upcoming obstacles. Recalling the time where two close friends eventually got together, like many have said, there is no pure friendship between two opposite gender, in the sense of a higher chance being couple at the very end especially after all the information exchange, unless they know real well that they are merely friends and shall have no further development. Unpredictable it is, the unfamiliarity can be so familiar in our daily lifestyle; where the slightest changes occurred may be significant in the eyes of the many, where the tiny pieces of the sweet memories which seem to be so insignificant are actually heart-touching, where the feelings pile up little by little as the time goes by and eventually overwhelm us. However, it is us who are to overcome the fear of unfamiliarity, before we can see the beauty hidden in between.

Gift in Living

We may have experiences of living in the past of ours, of others, haunted by the worst nightmare in the darkest night, where the memories strike us in the head, recalling the bad days. Very often, people get themselves trapped in the past, refuse or perhaps, unable to pull themselves out from such bottomless pit. A wrong conception it is, that our past determines who we are. Personally, those experiences mold us, but never once it is capable of determining our personalities and nature. In other words, the past merely shows who we were but not necessary who we are. As we all know, actions define our behavior and attitude towards life and as the time goes by, we change, so are the perspectives and the actions of ours. Hence, it is our current decisions which would make the difference, determining who we are, not who we were nor who we will be. We are given the chance to define who we really are through our actions, by going through dozens of obstacles ahead of us, over and over again; we are given the chance to have a change in life, to let the past remains to be one and focus on the present; we are given the chance to free ourselves from the past and not affect our decisions. Use it wise and well.

Support

Having determination is one thing, getting support is the other; however, both play a very important role in keeping one encouraged, to finish off what needs to be done. We get tired, we want to take a break and we feel like giving up after a marathon, be it in studies, maintaining a relationship or going through hardships. And what would be the best motivations we can ever get? Supports and time. Whenever we are feeling hopeless, useless and helpless, a single encouragement would do us well, to make our day, to keep us going; whenever we are to break down and cry over the silliest thing ever, a pat on the shoulder or a hug would give us the strength needed to overcome such obstacles; whenever we come across the time where we think of nothing else but death, words from people we care and who care about us in return would wake us up from the nightmares. Very often, we wonder how it would feel if we are to sleep and never wake up, how things would go without us living in this world and how much longer we can handle the problems piling up at one corner. Let the time tells. We want proof to show that we are worth living, that we are not as ordinary as we think we are, that our efforts get paid at the very end; and only time would decide the answer, the reason for us to carry on the tasks given. Supports from the dearest, friends and family are the strength we’ve been receiving, and the proof we needed to keep us going, despite the time where misunderstandings take place.

Biased

Probability of getting a number changes when a biased dice is used; people who tend to side one party when the choices are given; situations where there are no such words as fair and justice. Biased in nature, that’s who we are, does not matter whether we are the son of a mother or daughter of the father. We choose what we think would be the best, for the people we care, for us. Does that not counted as biased? The only difference would be the intentions of decisions being made. We choose to go out with the person who brings joy and smiles onto our faces, we pick the subjects we are interested in or the ones which would fulfill our desires and dreams when we are given the chance, we side the party we are closer with or more fond of, be it in an argument, a match or a competition. The moment we are overwhelmed by our emotions, the moment we fail to take control of our actions and the moment we toss aside our rationality and calmness, are the moments where we react to the situations without us realizing we are actually being biased. Very often, we assume the negligibility of circumstances, of emotions, of people, especially when we are the ones who make the decisions, who blame the others. Biased or not, is actually hard to tell, for people may think we are one-sided and us thinking them being biased in certain occasions, for we are all separate individuals.

Consistency

It has been said that if one is consistent enough in whatever he is doing, he can definitely achieve a higher goal than expected, be it in studies or socializing. However, being consistent not necessary brings us what we wanted most, for it too can makes us suffer, depending on the fate and luck of ours. Endless effort it can be, with no appreciation; dozens of compliment it can be, with not much contribution; consistency might pay off at the very end, or may not be. Have we ever loved someone so much that we insist to own them, to the point where they are afraid of us, avoiding us? Perhaps, that is a wrong way of showing some love. Have we ever got angry with somebody, that we are not willing to talk or to share them our love and care? Maybe, the word ‘sorry’ does not cure most of the broken hearts and promises. Have we ever wondered the day when we finally commit ourselves to the so called appropriates instead of spending hours daydreaming or blogging? Don’t suppose the ‘what if’ actually exists. What does consistency mean to all of us? Does it only remind us of studies and works? Or can it be the attitude of ours towards the people around? We may be consistent in loving a person, for we all know, the feelings wouldn’t last long unless we work our way through; we insist to be us rather than just others, that we have our own ways, our own principles and our own thoughts; be it emotions or actions, we’ve shown consistency, with or without us realizing it, good or bad.

Connection

The world is big in the sense of traveling on feet and yet, area of the lands spreading across the seas not able to overcome the range of our circles, the people we may know all over the countries. Changes occur, migration too takes place; in every household, every nation, with different dreams we have, we pursue the fantasy we want to live in. With six of our friends, we are able to connect with the whole world; with six different types of efforts, we can find our long lost friends; with six kinds of people we’ve met, we realize the truth of living in our dreams, we learn the lessons in our lives; to accept, to love, to care and to give. Many may not be able to cope with the pace of the latest technology and many would not have read the thoughts of others, nevertheless, there are those who keep on trying without fail, not afraid of losing their tracks, but to obtain the greatest wisdom each may have possessed. For a moment, we might not accept what the others have told, but in the very end, we may be, if it is reasonable enough for us to digest or simply, we have a change in our minds. We are connected to one and another, be it as friends, as family, as strangers; the job we’ve chose, the actions we’ve taken and the words we’ve spoke determine the future of ours, the social life of ours and last but not least, us. Live life well, to the fullest, to the bottom of our hearts, where the memories are stored. The connection is there, waiting to be discovered, if and only if, we are willing to dig in and figure the truth.

Stepping Out

Does not matter whether we choose to step out from a person’s life or they stepping out from ours, it is still painful, despite the fact that we know it will happen someday, that it is unavoidable, that we are ready when we actually not. Always, we say we can take any blow from anybody at anytime and always, we would break down and cry. It is not something to be ashamed of, for it is what meant to be. After all, we are emotional beings, not robots; if we have no emotions, we are not who we are, we don’t do what we do and we wouldn’t have what we currently have in mind. Distance between two can be so close that they share their minds and souls whereas it too can be as far as the one between two corners at different ends of the Earth. The usual factors; any incident, anyone or any day would break the bonding in between, be it by force or spontaneously. Those who are no longer friends after certain courtship, who spill their opinions regarding the irritations of a person, who take no actions when one chooses to walk away; people who been through separations, on free wills or the other way round. Sometimes wonder, what makes us not brave enough to stand up and say it out loud when a person is leaving? What keeps us away from sharing a piece of our minds with the person we care? What stops us from reconnecting the bonds between us and the long lost friends? Could it be courage? Or maybe, we are the ones at fault. Are we?

Mirrors

Got caught up in an odd feeling while looking into the mirror, couldn’t help it but to think that there is indeed another world at the back of this layer. The reflection is so real in the sense of existence, where it is an individual on its own and not just being our shadows. Perhaps it is due to the wild imagination of ours, perhaps not. Dozens of times we’ve been checking our appearances through the help of mirrors and dozens of times we are fascinated by our own reflections, not to say narcissistic but to give ourselves some sort of confidence and courage in order to face the rest of the day. We do the checking whenever we are preparing ourselves for dinner, whenever we are to meet up with friends, whenever we are to date the dearest one especially. There are even people who would strip themselves naked, to see if there’s any difference before and after. Certainly this is not a wrong thing to do, as most of us do care about our physical appearances, reputations and not forgetting the impressions towards others, despite the fact that some people deny the truth. Very often, we would see someone else’s in a person and of course, our shadows in the others as well, for that particular person reminds us of who we used to be and who the others may be in the past or future. Be it the similar situations or ways of handling problems, we are the reflections of ourselves, of others and vice versa; we are the mirrors and so are the rest of the world, with the slightest differences.

Lives of Others

Another thought came up, wondering why most people interested in the lives of others, in the sense of knowing the stories, where some do it for the sake of understanding that particular person even more and some don’t. The idea has been shared and concluded that we are all curious beings. We tend to find it interesting or perhaps, catchy when the experiences of one are told, when the past is unsealed. To judge a person maybe, we learn about people around us through the stories and rumors from third parties, does not matter whether the information we’ve obtained are real; or maybe, through the impression one has given us when we first met, say, the way he speaks and reacts towards certain situations. Come to think of it, it seems that sharing lives are part of the life, be it in communicating or gossiping, be it in friendship or partnership, be it in private or public, we tell stories of what we’ve learned, what we’ve done, what we’ve heard and what we’ve seen. We are given what we needed to speak, to hear, to see and to deliver; to interact better, to understand deeper. We created the language for easier communication, we created the wings when we admire the birds in the sky, we create the next generation for further evolution and we definitely creating our own lives, along with the others, where their lives are equivalent to ours.