There are many ways to do wrong, and we are all too familiar with the sensation.
So very often do we hear stories about wrong doings in the paper, so many imperfect people, that we start to assume that every one's a big flaw in the flesh.
But if it happens to you - when the realization that the imperfection you are now face to face with is a familiar one - what then?
Do you remember the cruel names you called that person you read about in the paper? Can you retract the impulsive urge to exact justice to the sensationalized culprit?
We may be right - everyone's a sinner - but that is still no reason for us to pass judgement or even slap the namesake of shame onto our antagonist.
It may appear that they deserve the punishment you sentence them with, but if you would only settle your anger and play things over in your mind you will discover that rage is not the true emotion at work.
Our lives are very much reflected in those of others, in that we are not entirely unique.
While there may be others who live completely different lives, but there are more crunching the same chocolate bar as you are.
That, and life's a bitch. Don't be caught by surprise when you open your door and Deja vu plays a visit to mock your inner demon.
With that, may I implore that we all stray from anger and impulse, and have ourselves a wonderful co-existence.
The magic of inactivity
There's a magic about staying still, and I love it.
I like simple. And coming from a guy who has far too many shirts (yes, I've finally said it), that means something.
What is it about going places? I for one can't stand the exhaustiveness of travel; making sure you don't get lost is one thing, but making sure you get back is another big problem.
To combat the underrated and totally overlooked problem of getting lost in the alternate, I suggest staying put - something I have had a lot of time to get used to.
What isn't great about staying still? Whereas going places is seen by many as necessary, I would like to attest to the positive attitudes of inertia.
It starts anywhere, in a place where people come or keep away from, at the time of the day where time doesn't matter, in a cultural setting of incomplete harmony.
So many things, yet nothing; simple yet wonderfully complex, this is the magic of inactivity.
It gets better with company (if you actually find someone who's willing to spend hours of their time with you just staying still). There's the understanding of being there, and the appreciation of knowing that you have each other to turn to when it all gets too much to handle.
You see, silence is far from it; a void of communication hardly signifies that there isn't any happening. When was the last time you looked at someone and found that you're able to understand them - listen to the words they want to say; feel the weight of their emotions; share every sway in the winds of their life?
You wish you do, and sometimes you actually get close enough to.
And it could all happen where nothing happens at all!
Your mind doesn't really need all that attention to be entertained, so give it a rest sometimes. You'll be surprised what you can come away with.
I like simple. And coming from a guy who has far too many shirts (yes, I've finally said it), that means something.
What is it about going places? I for one can't stand the exhaustiveness of travel; making sure you don't get lost is one thing, but making sure you get back is another big problem.
To combat the underrated and totally overlooked problem of getting lost in the alternate, I suggest staying put - something I have had a lot of time to get used to.
What isn't great about staying still? Whereas going places is seen by many as necessary, I would like to attest to the positive attitudes of inertia.
It starts anywhere, in a place where people come or keep away from, at the time of the day where time doesn't matter, in a cultural setting of incomplete harmony.
So many things, yet nothing; simple yet wonderfully complex, this is the magic of inactivity.
It gets better with company (if you actually find someone who's willing to spend hours of their time with you just staying still). There's the understanding of being there, and the appreciation of knowing that you have each other to turn to when it all gets too much to handle.
You see, silence is far from it; a void of communication hardly signifies that there isn't any happening. When was the last time you looked at someone and found that you're able to understand them - listen to the words they want to say; feel the weight of their emotions; share every sway in the winds of their life?
You wish you do, and sometimes you actually get close enough to.
And it could all happen where nothing happens at all!
Your mind doesn't really need all that attention to be entertained, so give it a rest sometimes. You'll be surprised what you can come away with.
Remember this tongue. Remember it well.
Jesus Christ - Save the Sinners... I saw this banner hanging outside of a church as I was on one of my bus trips around the island.
Shouldn't it be 'save us'? There's this pre-notion that all who follow cannot sin, and that is one hell of an assumption.
It's like saying that robbers are worse than thieves, lecturers are more noble than teachers, a millionaire philanthropist is bigger in heart than a social worker working hard to keep one single family afloat; that Christians are better than humans.
The person who put the words onto the banner did not think of these, and it disgusts me. Just because you think we need saving doesn't mean we want to be saved. It's like an infomercial telling people how their lives will be better by purchasing your lifestyle supplement.
Next time you flood us with your forced exorcism marketing tactic, remember that sins will always exist in the minds of the sinners, and no amount of religious piety will erase your impudence.
Shouldn't it be 'save us'? There's this pre-notion that all who follow cannot sin, and that is one hell of an assumption.
It's like saying that robbers are worse than thieves, lecturers are more noble than teachers, a millionaire philanthropist is bigger in heart than a social worker working hard to keep one single family afloat; that Christians are better than humans.
The person who put the words onto the banner did not think of these, and it disgusts me. Just because you think we need saving doesn't mean we want to be saved. It's like an infomercial telling people how their lives will be better by purchasing your lifestyle supplement.
Next time you flood us with your forced exorcism marketing tactic, remember that sins will always exist in the minds of the sinners, and no amount of religious piety will erase your impudence.
Flip Flop
That's the sound you make when you shift in-between decisions; when your mind trapped in a ping pong game, your attention being the ball and the two alternatives being the players; it's the cold drift that enters through the door when you open it - too comforting to shiver from, yet too cold to stand under for long.
And aren't we all such big fans of indecision?
When was the last time you were indecisive? What was it for? Did you end up with a good conclusion?
The world is a stage, said Shakespeare, and for all plays, a script - one written through the eyes of its creator, channeled through his blood and scratching the resultant exponential into permanence on a piece of paper.
But life is stranger than fiction, an irony in all sense, in that we write our stories, true, but our stories is but a small footnote on the greater script of a collection of all scripts. Look around you, the man whose walking dog scribbles; the woman who's asking for a smaller-sized dress scribbles; the guy who sits in front of his laptop blogging scribbles.
A script made entirely out of footnotes - isn't that queer?
But such circumstance, and it demands a certain amount of empathy from all of us to complete this silly theater we all are entrenched in.
When was the last time you read someone else's footnote? Give it a try sometimes, and maybe you won't find the sound of indecision that much annoying anymore.
And aren't we all such big fans of indecision?
When was the last time you were indecisive? What was it for? Did you end up with a good conclusion?
The world is a stage, said Shakespeare, and for all plays, a script - one written through the eyes of its creator, channeled through his blood and scratching the resultant exponential into permanence on a piece of paper.
But life is stranger than fiction, an irony in all sense, in that we write our stories, true, but our stories is but a small footnote on the greater script of a collection of all scripts. Look around you, the man whose walking dog scribbles; the woman who's asking for a smaller-sized dress scribbles; the guy who sits in front of his laptop blogging scribbles.
A script made entirely out of footnotes - isn't that queer?
But such circumstance, and it demands a certain amount of empathy from all of us to complete this silly theater we all are entrenched in.
When was the last time you read someone else's footnote? Give it a try sometimes, and maybe you won't find the sound of indecision that much annoying anymore.
