Time

It's true time is relative, and how we all get the same amount of time - but it can be experienced differently depending on the situation.

However, I strongly disagree with the excuse of 'not having the time' for doing the things that you like.

This is one of the reason that is used when asked why certain works are not being done. Or when we do not meet with certain people. Or do the things that should keep us going through another day - something that makes everyday bearable.

Frankly, it'd be a lot easier if we could just be frank and say 'I'm too lazy to do that'. It'd piss people off, but at least you're not making excuses.

Of course, being frank in certain situation guarantee that you'll get into a fight too. At your own risk, this.

The used

People keep on saying how 'nice people' ends up getting used by others to their expenses. That those... 'friendships' are at the expense of convenience sake.

Are we all selfish, and we take and take and take without the thought of giving? Or are we stupid for putting others first instead of our own priority?

Maybe it's neither. Maybe there is a compromise to these questions.


But one thing for sure: eventually, out there in the world - it's not about you anymore.

It's not about what others can give you - but what YOU can give to THEM.

Sounds cold? Well, others got their lives to live - and you too. Don't you? So stop acting as if we're not in this altogether. You might feel like you're being 'used', but sadly that is how life is - born, consume, die.

Writing whatever

Back in my hometown, where time goes past quickly than ever, without me getting anything done.

Sometimes I weighed the advantage over blogging and just random rambling on social media. One is for instant gratification, and another one calls for some deliberate brandishing of idea - whatever it means.

But the line isn't that thick between those two. Blogging can become a way of talking nothing, while through social media one can dish out some thoughtful musing.

Fortunately this blog here is for unscheduled and messy writings. That's what I'll do, man. I write, therefore I am.

Changes

In staying the same do we find comfort.

In change we find uneasiness.

Now, to enjoy our misery, or to fret as we work for happiness?

Random talking

I wonder if talking to someone, no matter how trivial and insignificant it is, can open up possibilities rather than not saying anything at all.

Or does a thoughtful silence stands better as a replacement?

I wonder.

Do something

We are so tired of seeing how others are doing something, while we mope about our miserable lives.

The truth is, our own laziness bring about the so-called misery. We have no one else to blame - it's not what they do (well, up to a point anyway) that bring about the feeling of being miserable; envy, self depreciation, spite, all that negative feeling.

Social media amplify this sense of misery. Perhaps we are comfortable with sitting in our, well, comfort zone, watching how others go about in their life, and wishing oh if only I could do so and so... you feel connected - you know what's going on - and yet it comes with a terrible sense of inadequacy. And so, you try to bolster up your tiny acts. You want the rest to know that you've been up to something.

Well, be damned, that.

If we're ever going to feel satisfied with how we're doing, stop with the whole petty things being shared out there - with the intent of gaining some sort of attention.

Start doing something, however little, that actually gives you a sense of achievement and happiness. It doesn't have to be big and significant, even small things like learning new skills, picking up a new hobby, seeing new places, talking to other people, trying out new food, taking a walk early in the morning...

Start doing something, no matter how small. Life is insignificant, you say? Only because you haven't done anything significant, even if it seems insignificant in your eyes and others. It's the little things, man.

The little things.

Complaining

What's the difference between complaining, a genuine call for help, emo-ing, or just introspecting?

Everywhere I look, people are complaining. People are calling out for the attention of others. It's always about me-first. No one truly gives a damn about others really.

We get so upset over what others say. Or do not say. We worry about our sorry life, fully missing out things that we can and/or should be doing.

Instead, it goes on to complain. Complain this, complain that.

We get complainer. We get bloody pessimist. We get fakers who's gonna fake that everything is alright - but they're lying to themselves, lying to others, liar liar liar.

It's not to be happy. It's not to be sad. It's just, to be.

And to hell with suicide. You've just taken the permanent solution to a temporary problem. Well, end of your life. The end. World still moves.


I'd rather prefer to be a resigned and contented person who walks this earth. I'm tired of all this me-first, all this I-should-deserve-it!

Because we don't be giving no more. No more sharing. Only me-first. Oh, us and our petty little problems.

To give and receive, you can't have either without the other one. Bloody selfish.

Self-esteem, pride, jerks, the meek, attention.

"I don't know how everyone else feels...but I definitely go through periods of extreme self-confidence, feeling like I can do anything. Perhaps a fan will sense that, like in a performance, and the hero image creeps out. But then someone will say something, however insignificant, or I'll get something in my head and, all of a sudden, I'm plummeting in the opposite direction, I'm a piece of shit, and I really can't do anything about it. That's where "Outshined" comes from, and why I'll never consider myself a hero."

Chris Cornell 

I think most of us fall guilty of building our self-esteem based on the words of others. We expect for praises, detest critics, and grew anxious for lack of attention given to us. It might be somewhat acceptable for us to feel these feelings at the moment the situation arises, but it gets worse if we held on to those words, and project our sense of self-esteem based on how others view us.

Because I think in the grand scheme of pictures, no one gives a damn on how you're faring - whether you're acing or tripping up. Just think of it this way: if you are worried yourself on your insecurities more than how others are faring, why wouldn't others feel the same? A good self-esteem begins with a sense of respecting yourself. If you don't respect yourself, don't expect others to do so. Simple as that.

Wait!, you say. That sound rather simplified and generic, right? Well, sometimes the simplest thing rings a lot of truth. And there's nothing wrong with 'mainstream', if it works...

Through my faring with people, I can see how there's two kind of people that rest on the two ends of self-esteem issues. One is the ego monster, and the other one is the depressed stickman.

The ego monster has an ego bigger than the whole world, and they damn well demand the proper attention. Usually they are quick to react to what they perceive as an attack to their self-esteem or pride - poke them, and watch them explode! They're very confident and are usually very good at persuasion, but they can be overbearing at times. Sometimes they goes into a bit of self-depreciation - but only to grab others attention (an easy terms to call them is attention whores). Pull away the attention from them, and they deflate into actual depression. They are jerks that are build from their sense of low self-esteem.

The depressed stickman has some issue standing out -they make themselves unseen (they think everyone view them 1-dimensionally), and they're too bloody meek. Not just meek in a good sense of the word - this is more to the point of people not trusting in them.  On the other hand, they tend to be very introspected in their thinking - they usually could figure out things others wouldn't do so, but their 1-dimensional projection makes it hard for others to give them due respect. They don't believe in themselves - not even some motivations from others could rouse them. They could be very sarcastic, and prone to series of self-depreciation (the kind done in a monologue manner). They are sad shadows that hang around people.


It's kinda sad how little pride we have in ourself, and how we either constantly needs others approval, or we are a sorry sad of ourself that is devoid of confidence.

I have no idea what the ego monster view their self-esteem as... but it's usually the introverted stickman that bore the brunt of being the example of those with self-esteem issues.  For the latter, I think it's important to remember that you shouldn't think along the line of 'I wish I could be like those extroverted people' - that would mean becoming someone who you're not, and that's a total waste of time. The ego monster seems a bit of a tough case - we can only hope that they don't spiral downward too bad before they come to the realization of just how much of a jerks they can be.

Depending on whichever ends we are, pride is something which we should give more attention to. With pride, we can truly come to the term that nothing that others say - or do not say - will hurt us. We just keep on living - remember, they also share the same sense of insecurity as you do, no matter how confident they appear.

This is surely an issue that can't be fixed right away - but we can always improve. And by improving, that would mean self-improvement. No one truly makes you feel better when you are down, and no one truly brings you down when you're at the top - it's you, yourself that does it all the while.

So have a bit more of confidence and pride in you. And don't ever give up on yourself.

Give and take

We are so used to the idea of taking, that we forget the art of giving.

Maybe that's why most of us are rather needy - materially and emotionally speaking.

By just receiving, receiving, and receiving - we expect more. We want people to give us something. We expect it. We become somewhat dependant. And when you take away the source, what do you get? Emptiness?

I feel like I should lower my expectation to receive from others, and focus on giving instead. I feel like it'd open up more opportunities and chances. Giving keeps things moving around, rather than just sitting there idly.

Share some piece of sunshine and heaven. To give and to take. You can't have the former without the latter.

Sense of self control

I ain't even mad! 

Isn't it sad how easy we are to lose our self control over the tiny space that is between the keyboard, and the internet?

One day we're gonna look back and realize how stupid we were to act like jerks there, and how insensitive we are with our words. How we forget that others can be hurt by those little act of insensitivity.

With that being said, there is an overwhelming lack of self control for us when we are to be held in front of what we view as a confrontation.

Take Facebook. How easy it is to think of everything in terms of comments and likes, forgetting that the real deal of the site (or at least that's how I view it as) is as a tool to connect with others. Not somewhere where you are to sit on a pedestal and act like jerks... or some dissatisfied jerks.

Jerks nonetheless.

I'm not saying we have to pretend and be some sort of all-around good guy or whatever. But it's kinda funny to think how we say things better left unsaid... or things you wouldn't even dare to say it outside even with the comfort of people who are in the same mindset as you are.

Self control. It's all about self control.

My view on social media is that it is a neutral thing in itself. But it is us users who fouled it up and use it to spread ignorance, close mindedness, hate, and most important of all, stupidity.

As for me? I'm mellowing down my temper and reminding myself how I'm lowering myself by losing self control out here. Well, not to say I won't go on ranting or whatnot - just that it's bloody not worth it to take it out in the form of attacks to others.

Maybe we are responsible with how we react to others' words, just as much as we are to be responsible with our words to others.