trains of thought.
there are no cards up my sleeve and my teeth are chattering, my heart is palpitating. there is a lump in my throat that will not go down, despite the litres of water that i have downed. my cape is billowing in the wind, like the ebony night sky. the diamonds abscond when you tilt your head down. they are mocking your existence because you are insignificant while they are exponential masses of fiery gases travelling through the glittering galaxy.
perception moulds itself to indulgence. in flesh, literature, film, art, words, language. all it takes are twenty six letters and you've got yourself a universe. what triggers a person to attain complete belief in a subject matter? is it faith or mere ignorance?
however there is a phenomenon that i cannot describe explicably. there are several analogies and theories that can be given, but there is none that can put into words the exact feeling of how it should be. each snowflake is different. and so is love. you cannot feel the same way as the other person. attributes of this feeling cannot be the same as felt by another individual. it is simply not realistic and practical. i believe we have been taught that similiar and the same are two parellels that are close but will never touch each other. each value should compliment each other. and even so, there shouldn't be too much of complimenting going around, as it simply will not work out when something has all the levels at an equal number. society has transformed our perception on perfection. including the topic of love.
expectations will never be met. there isnt a single soul that be contented when these areas and categories of satisfaction are invented. you give that box a tick, but will you give it a hundred percent? and if you've attain a hundred percent in all boxes, what happens next? lifelong happiness? or is it satisfaction? i say i am happy. i say i am satisfied. but are all safety precautions in place to prevent any mishap? has the innate clairvoyant in you thought of all possible outcomes?
you know what i say?
i say screw it. screw perfection and happiness. we weren't put in this earth to attain happiness or contentment. that's merely a plus point. something thrown at us to continue living. to appreciate our existence, and justify our being. temporary but nonetheless effective. i think , we were made so that when we die, we can look back and say our life was worth living. we'd sit on that field and watch an enormous screen projector flash every moment of our lives in front our eyes. we'd cringe in embarassment, weep and wail at our mistakes and laugh at the parody of humanity that we've encountered. but the ultimate moment rests in how that whole show of our life was worth standing up for and honouring by the audience.
(stood back. read this whole thing again. and thought to myself. just not worth it. just not worth it yet.)
perception moulds itself to indulgence. in flesh, literature, film, art, words, language. all it takes are twenty six letters and you've got yourself a universe. what triggers a person to attain complete belief in a subject matter? is it faith or mere ignorance?
however there is a phenomenon that i cannot describe explicably. there are several analogies and theories that can be given, but there is none that can put into words the exact feeling of how it should be. each snowflake is different. and so is love. you cannot feel the same way as the other person. attributes of this feeling cannot be the same as felt by another individual. it is simply not realistic and practical. i believe we have been taught that similiar and the same are two parellels that are close but will never touch each other. each value should compliment each other. and even so, there shouldn't be too much of complimenting going around, as it simply will not work out when something has all the levels at an equal number. society has transformed our perception on perfection. including the topic of love.
expectations will never be met. there isnt a single soul that be contented when these areas and categories of satisfaction are invented. you give that box a tick, but will you give it a hundred percent? and if you've attain a hundred percent in all boxes, what happens next? lifelong happiness? or is it satisfaction? i say i am happy. i say i am satisfied. but are all safety precautions in place to prevent any mishap? has the innate clairvoyant in you thought of all possible outcomes?
you know what i say?
i say screw it. screw perfection and happiness. we weren't put in this earth to attain happiness or contentment. that's merely a plus point. something thrown at us to continue living. to appreciate our existence, and justify our being. temporary but nonetheless effective. i think , we were made so that when we die, we can look back and say our life was worth living. we'd sit on that field and watch an enormous screen projector flash every moment of our lives in front our eyes. we'd cringe in embarassment, weep and wail at our mistakes and laugh at the parody of humanity that we've encountered. but the ultimate moment rests in how that whole show of our life was worth standing up for and honouring by the audience.
(stood back. read this whole thing again. and thought to myself. just not worth it. just not worth it yet.)