Why

The more I read and the more I think, the more I find this life unsubstantial. And the beliefs that we hold, foolish at best.

Why do so many people believe in something as unbelievable as god? Why are people so quick to not question and not argue about the existence of something so omnipotent that it is simply impossible? Why do some people go to the extent of killing others for such an immature belief?

I find it disgusting. The image of lives lost. Dead. Gone. And to what end? So some psychotic schizophrenic and go around preaching about hatred and violence masked as some great attempt to save human beings and instill universal love?

I find it unfair that religion is pressed upon a child when he/she is first born. Isn't it a bit ridiculous that you get to choose what job you'll take, who you'll marry, the friends you'll make, the place you'll live and work in, what hobby you want and to an extent, even what citizenship you want to hold but somehow, you are not allowed to choose the one thing that will probably govern your belief about life and death and the beyond - religion?

Why do we let something that dictates the eradication of people who are not alike - gays, transsexuals, people of other religion, people who challenge the foundations of a certain religion? Why do we let something that systematically belittle roughly half of our population into nothing more than baby carrying containers made to serve, love and dedicate themselves to the existence of her husband roam large and loud? Why do we practise the freedom of choice and human rights in so many things but not in this?

Le Love

He has no idea

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I met a boy and fell for him fast. We moved fast. Everything was such a rush, everything was perfect, we were so obsessed with each other. He would tell me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He would say “you're amazing” every hour. Except when he said it, it wasn’t just a line, it was the truth. The truth in his eyes. But I had to leave, and I knew I couldn’t do long distance. I have too ,any whims, I’m not good at being alone, I would have strayed. So I just cut off all contact, said cruel and hurtful things, pushed him away on purpose, alienated him so that he would leave me alone. Because it hurt too much to be friends, I thought it would be better to have no contact.

I was wrong. It was the stupidest decision of my life, because I find that not knowing someone well, can make you never get over them. The truth is, I don’t know him that well. What we had was short, it was over before I had a chance to see whether we were really good together, whether he was right for me. So all this time, even while I’ve had relationships with so many other guys, I always compare the new boys to one boy who I barely even knew, and they all fall short. Because his memory is so perfect, it’s so indestructible because it’s unfinished. I didn’t have time to discover his flaws, the little quirks that annoy, the arguments that break a couple a part. I didn’t give him a chance to show me that side of himself. All I have are the memories of that new, excited feeling. Of butterflies every time his fingers brushed my arm, of electric sparks every time we kissed, because it was so new, and unexpected and amazing. I have idealized this boy to the point where he is perfect in my eyes, and because of that, I can’t be satisfied with anyone else. But I can’t go back to him either, I cut off all ties, made it clear I never wanted to talk to him. He doesn’t know I think about him every day. He probably thinks he was completely insignificant, because I lied, and told him that he was. I swore I couldn’t care less. He has no idea. And I have no idea what it would be like to really be with him, have a real relationship with him, and I have to live with the fact that it is completely my fault. For being so proud, and so presumptuous to think I would get over him in two minutes. I never thought I’d hold on this long, to a ghost of a person. To an illusion of a person, that isn’t very likely a true reflection of him anyway.

And my advice to anyone reading this is, don’t let opportunities pass you by. Don’t dismiss people without thinking about how you may feel later. Don’t end something great, just because you think it would be too inconvenient to your life to let it continue. The truth is, everyone needs closure. Even if you do try something, and it’s difficult, and it ends, at least you know you tried. At least you know it was really the right decision to end it. You tried, and you failed. That’s okay, that’s something you’ll get over. But wondering, always wondering how it would have went if you had just let it happen, that’s torture. It’s the “what ifs” that keep me up at night. And the fact that he was strong enough to want me, to want to put up a fight for me, and I wasn’t strong enough to fight for him. And for the way I feel now, I have only myself to blame.

- Anonymous

Stellar

The sky is so clear tonight, the stars shine brightly on.
The moon smiles, incomplete in its form but never shy.

The thing is, the stars and the moon has always been there. We've just been too clouded to see its beauty. Only ever once in a while do we bother looking up on a clear day to find our sights blessed by this scene.

Life is alright, after all.

I guess maybe that's why people who meditate are happier. They see pass the curtains of our daily living and see the point in life. Remember to breathe. Remember we exist for ourselves. Remember that the answer is within us.

Maybe people didn't get it when Dr. Arul tried to show this to us during his little prep talk after revision class. I guess what he meant was that the stars were there when he was out age and they're still there right here, right now.

See, only problem is, our hearts and mind aren't. We're not the same kids who grew up back then and we will never be. It's ridiculous to expect us to toil away under the sun just as they did and not know what a computer means just like they did. At the same time, I guess both our generation and theirs ask the same question.
Are the benefits we get really worth the sacrifices we make?

Sure, retrieving and staying connected is now easier. Getting from one place from another is a mere "sit" away. The only thing standing between you and that Gucci handbag is that plastic card.

But look at the other side of the coin too, my child.

Identity theft looms big and bright. And if you don't get it stolen, you get it confused.
Who am I. What am I. Where am I.
Do I define my looks by what the uber-skinny / shaven muscular models look like? Am I only pretty when I conform to their standards?
Am I nothing more than the plastic skin I wear? Do you really see me as just that?

In our achievement of reducing time spend travelling by making things go faster, we pass by the sceneries and the trees on the side of the highways faster too. But then again, faced with the trichromatic, monotonous side views that our highways provide, why would we want to slow down anyway?
What happened to the roses my friend. We trampled them to death when we made highways and bypassed the small towns filled with life and vibrancy and replaced them with time. Time we will not spend enjoying life anyway because now that you're at your destination faster, you need to get moving again.

I think many people think me shallow when I say I can't stand guys who dress a certain way or look a certain way. But then I guess I fall prey to the notion that females are meant to be objectified and made to look pretty.
Ironic, seeing as I consider myself a strong advocate of feminism.

The thing is, I held my view that despite the countless hours and monies the female gender spend trying to please their little hearts by dolling themselves up, I could always count on the men to skip the unnecessaries and stick to the raw deal. Be gone old fools.
Live our lives chasing after not powder nor cloth, but finding the true beauty in a meaningful conversation, a good adventure, a great life lived.

One day, you will grow old, the skin on your face shall wrinkle and you will find hair growing where it should not and find muscle disappearing from where they should be. And when that day comes, tell me friend, does it really matter?

Will you find joy in looking at a photograph and think "Man, I look good."
Or will you find integrity in the picture of you standing high on a mountain that you just conquered on foot, or looking at the deeds you have done in your life.

So when I say I have a problem with guys who dress a certain way, I don't mean I disagree with how they supposedly push the boundaries of fashion but in pure truth are just following the path of those before them. When I say I can't take it, I mean I can't take them all. Maybe this is my folly for not seeing your point of view. And in a certain way, I do get annoyed even when I'm made to wait for a girl make up and get ready when I could spend the time not waiting... So the same goes for both sexes I guess.

The answers to your questions can be found in this world without the need to include the supernatural.
The truth to this life can be found in each others hearts.
The meaning behind our existence lies not outside, but inside.

Stop running away from life. Stop chasing after life.
Start living your life.