We see, we hear, we feel different natures of things every day. But we don't always realise it. To acknowledge and respond to changes requires effort. It is an act of will. One does not passively look at another person and the words 'you're beautiful' slips out of his tongue. No. The image of that beautiful lady must have induced an electrical impulse at the back of his retina which is then transferred to the higher centre of the nervous system, the upside down image inverted to the right orientation and interpreted as a beautiful sight and then off it fires another impulse to the speech centre and the lips mouth the shape of those words and vibrations from the larynx surfaces as his voice. The world has no one true book of rules to be abided by but humans, why do we have to act in a certain biological procedures in order to prolong the continuity of our existence on this earth that was once believed to be a flat plane and because of that strong-head belief, Galileo was sent to imprisonment. Centuries ago, professions like lawyers, insurance agents, policemen and bankers didn't exist, you can say that things were horribly bad and out of control. But look at us now, are we any better? The fact that there weren't those specified people to carry out their specified job descriptions simply tells us that people back then were much more capable of settling matters out on their own, through compromise, understanding and productive debates. Unlike today, we hire someone, pay them a substantial amount of money and we sit back letting them do the 'dirty' job. Where do we go from here, really.
It really upsets my mind to think about reaching for my dreams sometimes. Of course, it's fluffy stuffs that others will immediately stereotype you for for being ambitious, or rather, different. They look at you like you're a different species or someone whom they used to know but turned out to be far from what they imagined you to be, external factors they blame. At the back of your mind, you think, am I still going to fit in here. As a toddler, you grow out of your three-year-old clothes when you barely reached four. And it's okay, that's acceptable. How is it different here, you may wonder. Mindset. A darn f*ed up one. It's funny how many are fooled by my exterior that I subconsciously try to portray while less than a handful could spot me out after a few observations. Truth to be told, I care nothing about dreams and goals, screw getting good grades and a high-paying job. 'You are a natural procrastinator,' one said. I couldn't agree more. I could imagine myself at the edge of life, it's not the strings of award and recognition that I'll care about, but the person holding my hand at my death bed. The person who will smile crookedly while shedding tears and he'll tell me this, 'I'm okay, go in peace,' ..simply because, we've practised it a million times throughout our lives being together. We know that there is no 'forever' between us. Love doesn't make us immortal, it keeps us alive. And to feel alive, you need to be constantly at the edge of it. You need to keep fighting for what you deserve.
I'll read this tomorrow morning and wonder who typed this. Good day, mates.
