*very short and meaningless post that has to be posted anyway*


Hehehehehehe. :)

Sometimes our hands are overly occupied trying to get a hold on something that's not within our reach; sometimes we are just wasting our time looking to control something that we really have no power of.

Life consists of so many variables, but there's really only one of which we can control: our very own selves.
It can be very vulnerable, it can be really strong, but the only thing that can protect it is our willingness to accept that not everything is in our hands, not every decision is ours, and those what ifs could never change the unchangeable.

We have to accept that there is a greater force keeping our lives running, by whatever name we call it; and we are not the omnipotent, nor the omniscience.
Nevertheless, however little we can do, we must do to make it matter. We control ourselves, and we'd better be bloody good at it.

There were times when I wish this place were a person who can reciprocate my actions, who can talk back so it wouldn't be some sort of one-way traffic here.

Luckily this is just a blog, something inanimate, because otherwise I think it would be having abandonment issues due to my (extremely) frequent absence.

Well, I had my own reasons.

You would've thought, there would be much to tell, and the first post after a long period of absence would tend to be a very long narration of what had happened, what had lingered in thoughts, and what had kept me from coming. But no, there's not much to tell. Much had happened, much had lingered in thoughts, and much had kept me from coming, but from those, only little did I find worth-sharing.

Some part of me had considered describing recent periods of my life 'straight-forward, repetitive routines', but after second thought (and third, maybe fourth), I wouldn't describe it as such. I might have gone to same places at the same time, done same tasks and activities, but it was never a repetitive routine. To label a certain time span of your life as "straight-forward" and "repetitive" to me is just trying to describe things in hindsight. Leaving out little things that matter, that set the difference. Over-simplification.
I'm inclined to think that everytime someone describe his life as such, it says more about his reluctance to recall and to share than the quality of his life itself. You know, just a way to finish off conversation quickly and not go into details. "How's your life going?" "Nothing much, just as usual. Same stuffs." End of story.

I miss times when I actually had that eagerness to dig into interesting excerpts of my life, and actually feel the urge of sharing it here (whether or not it is read is another matter, of course). I miss times when those little bits do intrigue me. And I keep coming back here, writing very long posts that most certainly will bore the five-years-from-now me.

Until then, please do miss me. Haha.

We need that certain dose of fearlessness to push the limit, and to move the goal post just a little higher, and higher.

We take comfort in not doing our best.
We take comfort in being lazy, not giving it all, and not getting the most out of a given situation. We give ourselves that little excuse of consolation, to entertain the disappointment. That wasn't my best. I could've done better, had I given it my biggest effort.
A little part of us is scared of knowing what would've been the result, had we given it all. A little part of us is, always, scared of seeing what would've been the most of us.

What if we've given our best, and there's nothing more we can do, and still the result lets us down?
We take comfort of never, never knowing it.

Apology is one of the trickiest thing to read.

Sometimes we just have to take it at the face value - apology means sorry, and it really means: sorry, I know I was wrong, I truly regret it, I wouldn't have done that if I could turn back time.

Sometimes an apology is said just to save face instead of a sincere regret. Sometimes, it means: sorry, I didn't expect I would get caught. I didn't realize that this makes people mad at me, and now unless I say sorry they would think poorly of me.

The way you take an apology says it all: Do you trust the person enough to take his apology at the face value, no matter how badly he had wronged you?

Reblogged from Futility Closet:

At the moment when man’s oldest dream is becoming a reality, I am very thankful for NASA’s kind attention in offering me the services of the first human messenger to set foot on the Moon and carry the words of the Ivory Coast. I would hope that when this passenger from the sky leaves man’s imprint on lunar soil, he will feel how proud we are to belong to the generation which has accomplished this feat.

I hope also that he would tell the Moon how beautiful it is when it illuminates the nights of the Ivory Coast. I especially wish that he would turn towards our planet Earth and cry out how insignificant the problems which torture men are, when viewed from up there.

There's a quote from Einstein that says: Everybody is born a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend the rest of its life thinking it's a failure.

What people seem to forget everytime they quote this, is that you can't spend your life living on a tree but expect people to judge you from your ability to swim in the sea.

Been less a writer, and more a lurker lately.