Never ever stop believing that you are lucky. Even if misfortune is your middle name, there will always be some luckiness that will make you feel so grateful.
Personally, I've never been one to believe in fate or anything grand and great like that. I still haven't decided if I believe in God, or some type of awesome overseer of the universe, at least...I haven't decided whether I believe in Heaven or Hell, or just the general existence of an after life. But the one thing that I DO believe is luck. That in the complete entropy of the world, there will always be luck. I believe in science and math. That in all probability, there will be one day out of my entire existence (and if I'm really REALLY lucky, more than my fair share of days, YEARS, even) where I will have a good day. And it's those good days that make you truly truly grateful.
Did you ever consider the circumstances behind which you met your friends, romantic interests, teachers...important people in your life all because of LUCK or random chance? It was all lottery for some of my classes which teachers I got...some that really really affected me and changed my way of thinking. My friends...they really were people that luck handed to me. And I am so grateful for that since they are closer to me than family. I did absolutely in my life to deserve such great girls...SISTERS. My romantic interest...boyfriend? I definitely would not have met him if it weren't for luck. If things had just gone a little bit differently, if I hadn't introduced myself to my neighbor, if he hadn't decided to go to this event he normally would have never gone to and met her and then met me...we wouldn't even know each other. We would have gone on with our lives, never knowing we had class together. Every day I think about how lucky I am to have these fantastic people in my life. I couldn't have been more lucky in this particular lottery.
12.11.2008
3.30.2007
Chasing Perfection
Why must human beings chase perfection? Is that just our nature? In my eyes, all it has done is cause complete and utter misery. Perfection, or rather, the beautiful concept of Perfection destroys people...people in the pursuit of it cry a world of tears...people who "need" it turn towards insanity...people in want of it die too young chasing after something that was and never will be there. Perfection is like the impossible result of supply and demand, only ever balanced at the center, but there is no equilibrium when the scales are tipped at the edges. Perfection is utopia, and no matter how young or old one is, he or she will always know that utopia is unattainable.
Perhaps this is a confusing way to explain the concept. For example: A woman tells her husband that he should be content in losing matches in a badminton tournament because his arm has been suffering from stress on his supinator muscle in his right arm, this is also commonly termed "tennis elbow". She tells him that he need only be happy with being able to play at all. However, this woman is a hypocrite. While on one end, she demands this of her husband, she makes opposite demands of her daughter. Her daughter had no real talent in soccer, so right when the realization is made, quit that. It's nothing that will ever be noticed on a college application or resume. The mother does not ever consider that her daughter enjoys playing soccer. This was also the same situation when she withdrew her daughter out of piano lesson, since she had no particular talent in the subject. The mother still consistently hopes that her daughter will be a genius or extremely wonderful at SOMETHING, in other words, near perfection. But remember, this woman is a slight hypocrite. When her daughter takes up an interest in digital media and film, even showing a natural creative talent for it, the woman is opposed to the idea, saying that the career choices in the field are not so wonderful. Of course they aren't, in her eyes, considering that her daughter never found a great interest or skill in the field of medical science or engineering or law.
Her daughter is ridden with question about which path to follow. One that her mother will not object to, or one that she, herself, most truly desires. Naturally, the daughter wishes to look perfect in her mother's eyes and chases her mother's dream of perfection in order to seem completely flawless. Her final decision? She pursued a career as a doctor and finished her life with regrets after her mother died, who took her idea of perfection to her grave, and leaving the daughter, the doctor, with a half finished perception of "perfect" and no road to continue on.
There is no such thing as having your cake and eating it too. All we can be is perfectly flawed.
Perhaps this is a confusing way to explain the concept. For example: A woman tells her husband that he should be content in losing matches in a badminton tournament because his arm has been suffering from stress on his supinator muscle in his right arm, this is also commonly termed "tennis elbow". She tells him that he need only be happy with being able to play at all. However, this woman is a hypocrite. While on one end, she demands this of her husband, she makes opposite demands of her daughter. Her daughter had no real talent in soccer, so right when the realization is made, quit that. It's nothing that will ever be noticed on a college application or resume. The mother does not ever consider that her daughter enjoys playing soccer. This was also the same situation when she withdrew her daughter out of piano lesson, since she had no particular talent in the subject. The mother still consistently hopes that her daughter will be a genius or extremely wonderful at SOMETHING, in other words, near perfection. But remember, this woman is a slight hypocrite. When her daughter takes up an interest in digital media and film, even showing a natural creative talent for it, the woman is opposed to the idea, saying that the career choices in the field are not so wonderful. Of course they aren't, in her eyes, considering that her daughter never found a great interest or skill in the field of medical science or engineering or law.
Her daughter is ridden with question about which path to follow. One that her mother will not object to, or one that she, herself, most truly desires. Naturally, the daughter wishes to look perfect in her mother's eyes and chases her mother's dream of perfection in order to seem completely flawless. Her final decision? She pursued a career as a doctor and finished her life with regrets after her mother died, who took her idea of perfection to her grave, and leaving the daughter, the doctor, with a half finished perception of "perfect" and no road to continue on.
There is no such thing as having your cake and eating it too. All we can be is perfectly flawed.
10.18.2006
Inspiration
Have you ever met someone that was completely and utterly passionate about a subject? I didn't think I had until I thought about it recently. It all started with my AP United States History teacher Mr. Shea. He's a quirky old man who makes absurd jokes; did I mention he had 11 fiancees? No? Well, he did. He also likes to make certain comments about him still teaching history as an old wrinkled man. He used to be a journalist, and he indulges in dashes, in fact, I can be almost absolutely positive he has a rabid obsession with them. He hates Harry Potter and loves making sarcastic impressions of historical figures. Now that you have obtained a somewhat...complete picture of him, let me tell you the other part that seems impossible to fit with the image of a cynical old geezer like him.
He is amazing and absolutely astounding in his passion for history. His lectures seem to evoke some sort of emotion from you when he speaks. The lecture is never boring. How is that possible? It's history for God's sake and anyone and everyone who knows me knows I abhor the subject. But when Mr. Shea is talking, it feels as if I'm dynamically a part of history. He makes the subject exciting, and such enthusiasm can only be produced if one is utterly passionate about it. There's something to the character of his voice or something that just makes you love history. As if you're under a wizard's spell. His descriptions allude to something hypnotical. It is quite amazing. But as soon as you leave the classroom, it seems as though you forget what had first entranced you in the first place. It is an astounding phenomena that is impossible to grasp. Yet there's something in your soul that stirs when you realize this is an experience, and you should learn to grasp it with your whole heart in order to replicate the same elation you feel when he works his magic.
He is amazing and absolutely astounding in his passion for history. His lectures seem to evoke some sort of emotion from you when he speaks. The lecture is never boring. How is that possible? It's history for God's sake and anyone and everyone who knows me knows I abhor the subject. But when Mr. Shea is talking, it feels as if I'm dynamically a part of history. He makes the subject exciting, and such enthusiasm can only be produced if one is utterly passionate about it. There's something to the character of his voice or something that just makes you love history. As if you're under a wizard's spell. His descriptions allude to something hypnotical. It is quite amazing. But as soon as you leave the classroom, it seems as though you forget what had first entranced you in the first place. It is an astounding phenomena that is impossible to grasp. Yet there's something in your soul that stirs when you realize this is an experience, and you should learn to grasp it with your whole heart in order to replicate the same elation you feel when he works his magic.
9.05.2006
New Dew
Well, I do believe this shall become a serious blog. Whenever inspiration strikes. Or passion. Either way. I want this to become a bit of serious thought and serious writing. My slice of an imaginary office cubicle, I suppose one could call it. My slice of heaven. My private metaphorical edifice where I can escape from all the judgements that comes with the grandeur of companionship.
This has already become an honest place. A wonderous sky unbound by limits. Unsevered by all opinion but my own. I believe I have become quite attached to it, as if it is a new pup or kitten that I have cuddled with and cannot possess myself to let go of. I can, at last, post quotes, obsessions, thoughts, rants, and rambles without friends believing I have become a fickle person. People are fickle. We cannot always be inspirational people. That idea is merely a slither of a dream. Intangible. And humans should not try to reach it.
This has already become an honest place. A wonderous sky unbound by limits. Unsevered by all opinion but my own. I believe I have become quite attached to it, as if it is a new pup or kitten that I have cuddled with and cannot possess myself to let go of. I can, at last, post quotes, obsessions, thoughts, rants, and rambles without friends believing I have become a fickle person. People are fickle. We cannot always be inspirational people. That idea is merely a slither of a dream. Intangible. And humans should not try to reach it.
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