You think about someone, you message them late in the night half hoping to get a reply, and nothing. It's like you don't exist.
And then you start to wonder what they're all about - these friendships we create. In the end all you got is you.
***
Some choose not to accept the truth; others prefer to ignore it altogether. The truth is that we are all alone - frail and vulnerable. Take away those friends, those people you call your family, and what's left? Just you. That is the you you have to live with. The you you must learn to love.
We delude ourselves to the point where we cannot tell what is and isn't; what is ours to keep and what we have to return.
I find it funny how some people go about their lives thinking they have it all, thinking things will always remain intact. When I look at them I am reminded of a street urchin I once saw crossing the road with a plastic bag full of water he had filled from a pipe that had burst. The bag looked like it would give way any moment, but the kid seemed unmindful of the fact. He just kept going.
Like many of us do. Until one day we realize we had packed it all into something as flimsy as a plastic bag.
And then you start to wonder what they're all about - these friendships we create. In the end all you got is you.
***
Some choose not to accept the truth; others prefer to ignore it altogether. The truth is that we are all alone - frail and vulnerable. Take away those friends, those people you call your family, and what's left? Just you. That is the you you have to live with. The you you must learn to love.
We delude ourselves to the point where we cannot tell what is and isn't; what is ours to keep and what we have to return.
I find it funny how some people go about their lives thinking they have it all, thinking things will always remain intact. When I look at them I am reminded of a street urchin I once saw crossing the road with a plastic bag full of water he had filled from a pipe that had burst. The bag looked like it would give way any moment, but the kid seemed unmindful of the fact. He just kept going.
Like many of us do. Until one day we realize we had packed it all into something as flimsy as a plastic bag.
21 comments:
Yes...most things centred around love and other feelings are as delicate as the plastic bag almost giving through with the weight of the water it holds...but it's a two-way street so if you hold out and there's no one at the other end you're holding out for then it's of no consequence.
lol...its freaky in the sense that these were my exact thoughts last night :)
and message...happens...he/she might be asleep...or like me, too lazy to reply late in the night...
~Aboli
but thinking about the bag too much just weighs you down... if you know that no one is obliged to do anything for you, and have an inkling of your plan B, we are good to walk down the road....
agree
...or something so big that we can't carry at all.
Detachment is bliss.Friendships are temporary. Messages at nights make complicated meaning/memories later hence better avoided. Thinking reveals things you don't want to know hence better avoided <- lessons I wish to un-learn to save my ignorance -is-bliss state.loved the story of the frail plastic bag of water.
Nice post.
I agree you definitely need to love yourself.. however, I have to disagree..that you wouldn't have your immediate family by your side through your difficult times(they might not be there forever, but when they are they are by your side), parents (most of them) especially they are by your side, no matter what-you-have-done/how or who-you-are; that kind of unconditional love and support probably you wouldn't get from anyone else.
oops.. ignore the repeatition in my earlier post.. was in a hurry to post. my google menu shows japanese langugage..so can't figure out my typing
:-) (deep breath)
a very matter-of0fact take on things!! i liked the post!!
Knock Knock
Who?
Reality! Welcome to the world!
We love illusions - We love the make-believe - Truth is reality cares nothing and reality is what matters...
Agree with what you said back there... this is where we are going..
http://www.xkcd.com/c229.html
Cheers
M
so true.. have been thinking the same since quite some time now.
But I at least do respond to sms'es whenever they come :p :)
i think it's better not knowing. life isn't any easier when the bag bursts and ure left clutching the flimsy remains.
We delude ourselves to the point where we cannot tell what is and isn't; what is ours to keep and what we have to return.
But, holy Mary and her son in heaven, what the hell are we poor leeches to do then? Revise, reiterate, and reprint? Well I should certainly hope so. Anyway what we have is better than ‘em lawyers and Godmen.
Which is why I feel unwanted and that someone in gloves is coming along, ready to yank me out from where I hold on, if only a bit, desperately. I deem it no less interesting than the eschatological musings of a few billion. Everyonez am dying out, fading away and am having to accept I won’t be missed. The world is just as beautiful as it ever was, and my niche is being pushed on and my neighbors eagerly await my jettison into the blue, and just my immediate neighbors, no more.
Packing everything in a plastic bag is what u choose...Leting it flow out of it...is wat i do!
I loved the analogy of the plastic bag. And the post gave me goosebumps.
We keep going: only because we choose to and we want to. We all have our bags - and bags tear - plastic or otherwise.
wow! i keep feeling this all the time these days... and have started living it too...
people are around for convenience.. in the end its always u that counts...
plastic bags are awfully strong, really.nature has a way of looking out for little boys.
and for big boys too, maybe?
brilliant.
beautiful.. I can so relate to the first 4 lines.. its like you writing what I *always* think at times like those.
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