"sounderesque"
I had a chat with a girlfriend. Everything was fine until she complaint about her sunburn. She said she wanted her fair complexion back. Then I said to her that her skin will exfoliate and the new-grown one will be just as fair as it used to be.
"Wooh... I hate dark skin, it is ugly..", she said it loud.
Behind her, was a girl, with noticeably darker complexion than hers. She must have heard that. She just stare at my friend's back. I saw that but my friend did not.
What makes me think from that moment is not the fact that my friend had said something bad. But I notice, that something happens when we do not see it, and we do not know what it is. So then, I was forced to recall a remarkable question.
"Who are you to judge?"
That question once struck me before, from the mouth of a very good friend of mine. That moment, I thought I made a very obvious judgement. That terrorists are bad persons. I thought that was of what's black and white. But still, she asked me that question.
Our judgements always fail, and are always unfair. It is like a computer program. It may work at some conditions, but even when it is nearly perfect, it fails at some point. The same applies to our judgements.
We are blind, that's the problem. We are unable to see everything. There are so many things that are out of our range of vision. To make it worse, we are often tempted to make a judgement of what's good and bad. Those of which criterion are what is inside one's heart. If those which are visible are invisible when they are in our blindside, what could we know about heart? Anyone has seen deep through one's heart? Only God can.
We are blind that we are blindsided. That is probably why we keep making judgements, unfair ones. And for this, the pathetic one is not the person who is being judged, but those who make the judgement.
But the temptation is always there. And when it comes, I always want to be reminded that everyone is the same human, a struggling human, a soul pilgriming in the world. That our destination, who is our Maker, is good. When we fail to apply this to somebody, then we are seeing him/her as a stereotype rather than a fellow human being.
And if there is a time I cannot see it, remind me that I am blindsided, or maybe I am obstinately blindfolding myself.
And if there is a time I cannot see it, remind me that I am blindsided, or maybe I am obstinately blindfolding myself.
Life is beautiful
We love until we die
When you run into my arms,
We steal a perfect moment.
Let the monsters see you smile,
Let them see you smilling.
Do I hold you too tightly?
When will the hurt kick in?
Life is beautiful, but it's complicated.
We barely make it.
We don't need to understand,
There are miracles, miracles.
Yeah, life is beautiful.
Our hearts, they beat and break.
When you run away from harm,
Will you run back into my arms,
Like you did when you were young?
Will you come back to me?
I will hold you tightly
When the hurting kicks in.
Life is beautiful, but it's complicated,
we barely make it.
We don't need to understand,
There are miracles, miracles.
Stand where you are.
We let all these moments pass us by.
It's amazing where I'm standing,
There's a lot that we can give.
This is ours just for the moment,
There's a lot that we can give.
So many good things happened at home; quality time with family and friends, good food and companion, a lot of space, night sky with stars spread like sand... My head sings "Loving you is easy" everyday
My heart desires not to leave them.
It is now a silent room of 9 meter squared area. Cramped with a lot of lonely stuffs. So quiet, no neighbors, they have not arrived yet, but even when they have, it makes no difference. My head keep singing "All by myself". 1 year has passed and I am still Stu the Cuckatoo: A new comer in the zoo. I am still uncomfortable with fellow zoo residents.
I have these : a big big fear that would make me want to throw up even just by thinking of it, quite severe homesickness and a tension in my head when I am with other people here.
I am supposed to be chasing my dream, but I got distracted by things and people. The road is narrowing yet. It's not that I want to go back to those days, I am just searching for the sky I've lost. Am I being ridiculous?
There isn't a place to go back to. It is like Ed and Al's story in the FMA Brotherhood. Need to be strong. HIyaaaaaaHHH....!!!
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The space is still so unfriendly.
But at least I still got air con :D
I can't go back, the story has started.
So this pain and the comings, I welcome them also!
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fighting!