Let Love Surround

When something begins, at some point, it has to end-- be it positive or negative, short-lived or long-lived, dry or interesting, painful or pleasing. No matter what is endured, at the end, emotions spark.

When someone is faced with a pattern, the initial response causes certain emotions. But as it continues and becomes routine, the emotions lessen-- stabilize-- and the individual's interest wavers. Some keep a keen sight on what it is that is happening, while the majority are hindered by the drudgery to see any formulation of an end, or a goal.

Nonetheless, when it-- whatever "it" is-- does come to a conclusion, everyone is brought back, if just momentarily, by the rush of emotions that arise. The joy of happiness upon seeing an old friend would still apply to the individual who forgot about him or her, and the other, who retained the memories of a friendship that couldn't ever escape one's mind.

It is not necessarily an evil, immoral, or wrong thing to forget, or to lose sight of. However, to keep moving forward and overcoming obstacles, no matter how hard they may be, and to reach a goal that may seem impossible-- that requires a true passion from the very core of our hearts. It requires a drive that so few are capable of summoning-- but for those who can, the result becomes that much more profound and invaluable. It becomes that much more beautiful to the eyes of the beholder, and can be so powerful that the very occurrence of a dream-turned-reality could be all we would ever desire before we die.

It takes diligence. Diligence and passion and love, and a multitude of personal willpower to see our dreams through to the end. But when it happens...

Off

When people leave, is it necessary to have to endure the pain? Because if so, I want to run away.

I want to live a life that's not my own for awhile. I want to embrace the cowardly, irresponsible thought and, with emphasis on every last word of the phrase, "run away from it all."

It could be driving until the gas is gone from the car. Or walking until I collapse. Or going to a foreign country, and never coming back. It could be dying.

It could be a countless number of actions. But words and theory don't amount to anything relevant.

The first successful step is just to do.

Stress

Stop thinking.

It is very simple, concise, and direct...but it is so hard to actually do. I don't think I can, for that matter.

When someone tells you to avoid thinking about elephants, your mind focuses on elephants.

When someone tells me to avoid thinking about destiny, I can't help but keep my mind on it. In time, I will know if I'm right about destiny...but I'm over-thinking things. My brain won't stop reaching false conclusions. Or are they the right conclusions? Should I stop thinking about destiny and let what will happen unfold itself in the slow unveiling of time?

I guess I have no choice...but I hate waiting.

I hate it.

An Offset Mindset

Is it egotistical to assume that the depth of peoples' minds are in a comparable respect to that of their social behavior? Or is it more accurate to assume that the manner of which people portray themselves has no direct correlation to their "true" selves?

It would be biased to take a side on either, so my guess is, realistically, both. However, I'm inclined to believe the former, which I will back up with this question: why hide your intelligence?

In society, conforming to what is "cool" and "normal" is the basis for which many people strive to achieve today. And, due to society's unspoken rules, most people avoid anything that makes them stand out-- in a bad way, of course. Therefore, people strive to lead normal lives, with normal friends, normal jobs, normal marriages, etc. Right?

No, I don't believe so. Because people have dreams-- which, through common understanding, is something almost unattainable-- a fantasy, of sorts. Dreams are not normal; they do not abide to the rules of society (for the most part) and, therefore, cross the boundary that people try so hard to stay within.

I think that the acts of being different, and of speaking your mind, are the key factors people are often afraid of. As a result, the essence of individuality is avoided-- replaced by irrelevant and dramatic smalltalk. I know I can't speak for everyone, or anyone besides myself for that matter, but, on a day-to-day basis, I hear slight variants of the exact same issues: "Did he text you today?" "Look at my new shoes!" "She's so hot," "I can't believe he..." "Did you get her number," "I got so drunk last night," "Guess what I bought?" and so on and so forth. Granted, I am in a college atmosphere, but if this is as deep as casual conversation gets, I for one can stand being abnormal.

Everyone is given a brain, and one life-- if you don't use it, what will you ever be in the future?




Then again, who am I to make such pretentious statements.

Restraining Constraints

Humans are instinctual beings. We are all bound by what values we hold important, be it positive or negative, moral or immoral, so on and so forth. Some may impact peoples' lives and could potentially be a matter of life and death, and others...well, some others make no sense whatsoever.

For example.

Obsession and infatuation are like self-induced poisons. They spawn from a human and exist usually because of humans. They carry no importance or benefit for either party, and, in the end, push both parties away from each other. Furthermore, these traits are rarely positive. More times than not, the individual will find that situations completely irrelevant to his or her life happen to impact him or her directly-- usually of the individual's own will.

Yet people can't seem to acknowledge the obsessive nature of the self, and continue as if everything will miraculously work out if they continue their actions. They put themselves in denial, tell themselves, "everything will be alright" and pursue their wants and desires, like mindless puppets. And, like mindless puppets, some may never understand that a little use of the brain is all we need to get ourselves onto the right path, where our actions lead to a greater meaning in our lives.

I will not pretend as if I do not exhibit the above-mentioned examples. My purpose of this post is not of a rant, nor is it of accusation to anyone in particular. But I want to get people thinking -- people including myself-- and to start restraining the constraints that bind so many into a cycle of pity and regret. Take a step back from the words that are said on a normal basis, and the manners that are acted, and ask the self if it is what one wants to display to the public, to friends, family, or anyone else that happen to be involved. Be aware that unusual actions and behavioral patterns might not be the best path to take, as that may hurt, more than help. If we can all start thinking and are capable of freeing our minds from our instincts, we can turn obsession, infatuation, greed, pride and hate, into actions that will guide us to that dream we all strive to achieve.

And all it takes is practice.

To Run Away From It All

I am definitely not the first one, nor will I be the last, to question the purpose of what one defines as life. For some, it is to live for the deities they choose to believe in. For others, it is to accumulate the unit called money that runs the entire planet. And for others, it is to seek the "meaning" of life, and to say that one knows the meaning of life means just as much as the other individual who claims the same claim. I will not say that these actions are meaningless. But where does all this take us?

This is a depressing, and rather cliche, statement, but everyday, people die. Elderly people, who once were in their prime, who lived out their lives according to what they held important, and who were images of the generations before them that lived a similar routine. And young people, who perhaps were at the "wrong place at the wrong time," or felt obligated to share their views with the world, rebelliously, forcefully, or peacefully. And these people-- millions of people who live-- pass on, are mourned for, and... then what? The woman who worked everyday for thirty-five years in Southern Africa passes away from a common disease, and what of it? What is used as a meager attempt to answer such a depressing, pessimistic question? "Life goes on. Life is unfair."

And the people move on with their lives-- the lives that they live according to their opportunities and advantages. The smart individual receives the degree, and owns a business. The attractive woman becomes a singer, and a celebrity. The child born in the slums learns how to stay alive by stealing. The only similarity between all of these is that eventually, they will pass away, and new people are born again to mimic, replace and copy those same roles, which they will go to define as "their lives."

And is that the extent of our time on Earth? Am I-- a generic student who strives to receive an education to make money, at the cost of money-- supposed to live out a life similar to countless others born before me, or at the same time as me, or after me? To be so incredibly insignificant in the "grand scheme of things?" Most people would say, "Yes. Because life goes on."

I don't want to live the life of so many others. Foreseeing the future is almost too easy, since the proof is all around me, in one manner or another. The classic situation of the student who took out loans to have fun in college, only to pay it back later, whilst paying bills and taxes is, in my opinion, not the life anyone yearns for. What is the reason of working so hard, attaining so much knowledge, learning from all the experiences if one just passes on by, just like another fallen leaf in the wind?

So many rules to abide by. So many restrictions, limits, and shortcomings.

I want to live the life no one can live. I want to live an impossibility. A dream. I want to run away from it all.

I believe that that would be, at the very least, a real life to have. Because if one lives in that manner, it would be what others could never achieve. It would be the one that made it through the sea of endless cycles and routines that people drag themselves through, and call their "lives."