the qualities of a person, cannot be figured out or guessed upon the first time you meet them in person. I figured I should try exploring in within someone, just for the hell of it. I also thought what I will find, will be interesting. And it was. I've had bad experiences, good ones too. If you let them in, they'll let you in too. And then magic happens, we click. It's never easy to just let someone in, I can put a bet on that, but most of the time it works, because we're all the same on the inside. Just wanting to let go, at some point of time. It's amazing when things work the other way around, maybe because we're always in love with our ideas that we're too blind to see what we're given or presented with.
The idea of having this pretty friend with long hair, or someone with nice teeth or a nice nose, or someone who has a pretty face, admirable, and the list goes on, i think is what is actually stopping us from what we're searching for. We always don't know what we need until we realise it's right there, infront of us.
Isn't it sad? We are always expecting, and when expectation doesn't come by what we require we get disappointed and feel lousy.
Our ideas of having someone to be well dressed, or always looking fit, or always permanently good looking, our ideas of having someone to always have nice flowy hair, or nice short hair cut, or cleanly shaved chins and moustaches.
Getting to know someone is a magical experience, and it should not be based whether you've met them for a first or a second time. There's a whole world for you to discover in someone, now isn't that interesting to think about? It shouldn't be based on whether they're old or not (if they're creepy then that's an exception), how unshaved his chin or moustache is, or how tidy his hair was that day.
Truth is, we're all human beings. What is lacking the most in what I usually see is substance. Substance in a person worth exploring, worth admiring, worth talking about. Thinking, and time is abused. Time is beautiful, but we abuse it. Over and over and over again.
We fall in love with our ideas and expect from them,
isn't it sad?
Sunday, October 13, 2013 @ 5:04 AM / 0 daisies
The Lake /2
That kind of willingness to give in is rampant in this society of ours. From banks to ponzu sauce... well, those are just examples. The point is that people have found a gazillion little opportunities to profit in questionable ways, all over the place. I've seen tons of cases, all across the board, where in order ro grab on to those tiny profits people studiously adopt another perspective, keeping their true opinions to themselves, and no one takes responsibility, everyone just huddles together on some middle ground, and it all gets less and less clear, yet in the end everyone ends up being crammed into a rigid, unyielding framework. I've seen the same story play out over and over again.
But I couldn't take it. The whole dumb setup just bored me to death.
Here I am playing nicely with the world, trying my best to leave things the tiniest bit better than they were, trying to fly even a little higher - how annoying it would be to have to go along with this crap. That was my take on it.
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Nakajima paused a moment, then continued. "See, people like us are never at the centre of things. We're always on the margins, and I generally figure it's best not to stand out too much. Most of the time we see things exactly the opposite light as the majority does, and people don't look kindly on you if you stand out. When push comes to shove, though, you've got to have something you won't cave in on. Otherwise you end up like a recluse or something, cut off from the world.
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At this very moment, I was truly beginning to fall in love. It weighed on me that it was sometimes a pain in the ass, but the payoff could be big, too. So big it felt like gazing up into the sky. Or like looking out an airplane window at the ocean, with clouds shining above it. It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness. Like the feelings you get when you realize that, in the grand scheme of things, your time here on this earth really isn't that long after all.
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And so, like a man and a woman secretly in love, we remain silent about the half-wish we each feel, that somehow we could live together. I guess this is one way to love, I think. Love isn't only a matter of fussing over each other, hugging, wanting to be together. Some things communicate, inevitably, precisely because you keep them in check. The heartfelt feelings that find their way to you in the form of money and imported gourmet ham. Having the sensitivity to gauge those things is a real gift.
- The Lake, Banana Yoshimoto
Sunday, July 7, 2013 @ 8:51 PM / 0 daisies