Thursday, January 11, 2007

They say when you grow up you are able to take more things on your own. Why does it seem the reverse for me? After everything and anything, I still wish for picture perfect. There is an overwhelming need to confront, but for once holding back seems to be a more suitable course.

Then I found out that for most of us, it is easier to be wrong than to be right. Ironic isn’t it? This natural inclination we have, despite knowing what is the correct thing to do. I wonder if the part where we try damn hard to be righteous and proper is what being a human is all about. Struggling. I don’t know.

And oh, don’t we all love the chase? When it is all so wrong but it feels all damn right at the same time. The taunting is almost unbearable, and I see the need to fall. The need to stray and the need for something new. When we finally succumb, will the outcome be what we really wished for? Or do we realize that resisting the fall and being tormented is what we should have done anyway. If life will stop being irritating, maybe people could be really happy. If life is hard, we can get over it; if life is smooth, we can appreciate it. It is when it gets neither here nor there that we don’t know if we should find faults with things, or be contented with second best.

Irritating ain’t it? And I hate it when I think. I hate to have questions that no one has answers to. Maybe some do, but they can’t share. Sharing would means revealing a part of themselves that they have always hide.

I need to understand why you do the things you do. If not I might judge and that would be wrong.