It's me against the world, sometimes this sentiment fills the head and coerces the mind to seek actualization. Especially when there's too much emotional attachment. The line between professionalism and personal space, where and how do you determine it?
The answer lies in the determination of one's calling, or is the truth in the definition. This difference between personal and professional realms, does there exist such a distinction. Professionalism speaks of what one should do, and personal emotions commands you to obey that which you want to do.
The third, what you can do. "Can", that which is within your ability.
A conflict among three forces, "what you should", "what you want", and what you can". In the end, it translates to "what need to do".
Man starts out knowing what he wants, he is subservient to his emotions and instincts. As he grows, society teaches him what he should do. Morals, values, and principles. Gradually, he conceptualizes what he can do through amalgamation of the two.
The question is, what do we need to do? In this life, who can reveal to us what we need to do?
Darn, got hit by that Guitar hero song. Anyone has the mp3?
That aside, I started rather recently at people who made my heart sink. This poor lady picking up scraps of the table at Botak Jones last week and that elderly gentleman all dishevelled, wandering down town. people like that, they draw out this sense of sympathy. You wish you could do something for them, but whatever you do is insignificant, and the futility of it all makes the despair harder to dismiss.
Why them and not someone else? I have to force myself to ignore them, telling myself not to get sentimental. Simply put, the world is made up of a balance, a balance of a system in balance. Balance between happiness and sadness, balance between good and evil , and balance between the rich and the poor. It's hard to ight the compulsive urge to beleive that tehre's such a naive state where all the suffering will disappear.
Sure, it might disappear in a fantasy world, but in reality, that's a different story.
Then what can I do for these people? Definitely, not going out to comfort everyone of them, that is impossible. I feel, that being a symbol, an example to inspire others to go out of their way to treat these people with a little more respect, with a little more kindness, and maybe they will pay it forward to the next person.
or so i try to coax myself. It's hard to achieve, especially when conformity and cold-heartedness has pervaded much of the world around me. Too cautious, and too cynical these days.
I shouldn't be. These poor people deserve our respect, they deserve our kindness and a little break from the hardships of life, like we all are entitled too. just because we had a shitty day, or just because we've just been dumped is no reason to stare at these people with the scorn and contempt of our unhappiness.
i think that's one of our common failings, as people. We take our rage, our unocntentedness and project it upon others around us. "Society would be a better place without these scums", "Get out of my way, beggar."
No, no anymore. It's not fair to them, it's not fair for us to do so. At least I promise not to have such thoughts anymore.
I really think a lot of us are pretty fortunate to be in the comfortable situation we are in, and wonder, what have we done to deserve that which others are so much more in need of.
Just plain luck?
It's an unsatisfactory answer, but the only reasonable one, in the thing called life. So why do i feel so bad about it?
Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass Seven years has gone so fast Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are
As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again Like we did when Spring began Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are
As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to pass Twenty years has gone so fast Wake me up when September ends Wake me up when September ends Wake me up when September ends
I've been having a hell of a time, little in between for rest, enjoying the company of friends, and letting loose, letting go of the seriousness. I don't wish for it to end. I want it to last forever, if only.
It's mighty exhausting, and I wish I could take a long slumber, and wake me up when September has come to a close, when summer has come to an end and fall is waiting.
Fall, when it's time to rest under the falling leaves, and time for halloween once more.
I love this song, from American Tales. That movie with the mice inside, trying to find each otehr after getting lost in the US of A.
Somewhere Out There
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through Then we'll be together somewhere out there Out where dreams come true
And even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through Then we'll be together somewhere out there Out where dreams come true
More reasons to switch to Mac
Justin Long was in Die Hard 4.0, and I just had to go upload the Mac ads. Magnetic power chord! An ingenius solution to one of the dealiest killers of laptops. Speaking of Die Hard 4.0. Wow, adrenaline feast. John Mclane, one man, isngle-handedly chalked up more damage than the autobots and decepticons combined. How cool is that?
John Mclane, definitely lethal.
And I leave you all with this series of cute ads Guinness.
After almost 1 whole year several unfortunate beatings to the pages and much neglect, I have finally finished what's recognized as Austen's defining piece of writing. The novel is definitely deserving of such high praise. On first glance, one might find the book lengthy, but as the story unfolds, it captures you with its intelligence. Jane's pinning, Darcy's inexplicable and perplexing character, Elizabeth's feelings. It was a reflection of society at that time, appearances and civility demand much more of its residents and to such rules, feelings and emotions were to conform to, with the exception of our female protagonist, no doubt.
