Sunday, April 21, 2013

Whose rules do we play by?

Ya know how they, whoever the hell "they" are, tell us to be individuals? Yet we consume the same news, wear the same clothes, follow certain trends, talk in specific ways and just go about a routine?

Yet, when we act differently, we're looked upon and seen as an outcast.

Whose rules are we suppose to play by?

If you play the game, Life, solely on your own rules and terms, it's inevitable, you're going to hurt someone or rather, a bunch of people.

Then there's this internal dilemma of, are those people worth it if they cannot respect you and your seemingly different way of life?

OR should you have more compassion and care? Cause caring seems to be a weakness but it's also a saving grace. Don't you think so?

Where is the line? How do we define what constitutes as "the line" anyway?

Too many questions.

By playing the rule of norms are we subjecting ourselves to consented submission.

How does everyone else do this? Live. As in, actually live life according to how you want to live it, not just a daily, weekly routine we adhere to. I feel bionic.

Enclosed. As my mind races.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Day In, Day Out

Morning sunshine crept into my bedroom as the curtains were but a thin layer of cloth. Michael Buble's rendition of Ray Charles' Georgia on My Mind steadily escalated in volume as my ears met with the sweet voice that awoke me from my deep slumber. I turn to face my smartphone (as that's what it seems most people my age do nowadays) and stare at the time. 8:55AM. I think to myself: "That's enough time to allow Michael to finish the song before having to wake up". 9:00AM a new day had began.

It's as if so much goes on in life but yet we capture so little often feeling as if our days are wasted, that we were unproductive. But, perhaps it's simply due to the distractions we have, a smartphone, facebook, twitter, internet, wifi and the likes that keeps us firmly separated from a world full of experiences to be undertaken. People to be met. Conversations to transpire.

10:00AM, class commences. A handful of people leave and another handful enter, some droopy-eyed, others disinterested, some amused and others just blending into their surrounding. Discussion. Views are exchanged.

Class ends and soon another one begins. The day seems to pass by rather quickly, perhaps it was the string of conversations, perhaps it was me running away from a particular 'something' or 'somethings'. It's difficult to pinpoint exactly what this feeling was but it definitely was without a single doubt in mind, a mixture of emotions. A blur.

4:00PM The rain. Sheets of water descended upon campus grounds. So often we shield ourselves from this "harmful" blessing from the sky. When did we stop enjoying what is only natural to this earth? And so, I decided to walk in the heavy rain, in spite of the short distance to the waiting car, it felt liberating. It reminded me of better times, holiday times, times of being carefree even if just for a few days. Drenched, soaked, cold but a seemingly strange sense of warmth coursed through my veins.

Uncertain. Fickled. The weather. It plays on moods, as if it had a mind of its own. Maybe it does. So many mysteries of the universe are unsolved, this may very well be one of them. Time now feels a little bit slower, not draggy but just somewhat more uplifting. Fears were faced. Relationships strengthened. That 'something(s)' which I tried to avoid eventually took its toll but ended well. I was glad.

Nightfall arrived. My mind races. Thoughts amplify. A sense of uncertainty brought about a wave of hidden paranoia. Refusal to crumble. Finding a way out. Temporary relief. A transparent ball filled to the brim with questions, endless questions always.

Home. Sanctuary. Conversation. Day, OVERCOMED & CONQUER.

I was, indeed, on my way, to being free.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Our Collective Identity

Please allow me to share my story and who knows, maybe we are more alike than you think.

Rejection. That's one of the things that scares me the most, it's what stops me from doing many things and I don't know about you but I think many of us fail to pursue something we desire strictly out of fear of failing and falling, hard.

There are times when fear has dictated my life, those times being the low times, dark times, times of uncertainty and doubt. The mind is strange, when we're high on life and everything works out it's not hard to lose track of what's real and what's an illusion. I find that when we're happy, everything works for the better but when things take a turn for the worse, that's when doubt clouds our minds, the future becomes blurry and suddenly it seems like everything is unknown to you and that light at the end of the tunnel begins to dim.

At this point, should we feel frustrated? Angry? Sad? With reason, sure of course. It's part of our human nature to experience these sorts of emotions and feelings but should we let our lives be dictated by them? No. Guaranteed, that's easier said than done but we've got to start somewhere and this RoxyDareYourself competition I've joined is exactly what I did for myself. To make myself and those around me proud. To feel like I can do it and even what's best is that through surrounding myself with poeple who believe in me, they save me from my own doubt and uncertainty.

Perhaps we deserve some things in life, perhaps others can have special treatment because of who they are, their background and perhaps because of all the bad luck we have, we may come to think that the universe is against us or that we deserve more.

Well, No.

We reap what we sow. We work hard and results will prove our worth. The universe doesn't owe us anything, instead it is up to us to get what we want in life, the experiences you want, seize it, that goal you aspire to reach, go for it. Do what it takes because that's what I'm doing now.

In all honesty, the past 2 weeks for me has been a complete emotional roller coaster. But then I joined this RoxyDareYourself competition and believe that with effort and hard work, I can win this. Competing on a regional scale with other participants from other South Asia countries, competition is crazy stiff.

I'm trying and I'm not going to stop until I've given it my all. So please vote for me, please lend me your hand of support, voting ends on April 12th and facebook only allows one vote daily per facebook account. I encourage you to vote and spread the word and in turn hope that through this post you too will try your best to go for what you want in life and create a network of people who believe in you and who would like to see you succeed.

Thank you for reading. :)