Saturday, March 29, 2014

Reincarnation

If I were to be born again, I would like to be a bird. I want to be free, I don't want to be with people. I just want to fly through the sky whenever and wherever, feel the wind around my arms, and fly as fast as I can. Life would be boring perhaps, without all the drama. But I'll be fine that way. I'm alone anyway.

I realise whenever I'm writing, I'm writing about sad things. But basically, that's all I think about whenever I'm not surrounded by people. I think about the worst scenarios, being alone, being fat and ugly  and every other little thing. You could call me acting 'emo', but i really am not trying to act at all. This is who i am, a sad person. I wouldn't call myself depressed, but i'm not happy. You can call me selfish because at least i have friends and my family, but really, I feel empty, like I would dissapear without a trace any second. As if nobody would remember me, as if I wasn't even alive. Afterall, the world is such a big place filled with insignificant creatures.

It would be nice if..

I'm not stupid

Don't give me your bullshit. Since you've met him, I don't think we've been that close anymore. We don't talk as much as we used to. Everybody around me are getting into relationships, while I'm just here, in the room watching movies alone. Everytime they would always go out together. And sometimes, g would be there and she speaks nothing of it. They would always leave me all alone. It doesn't take a genius to know they're alone and left behind, you got that? I hate people who are in love. They forget about their surroundings and commit to their partners, it's like I'm just a booty call so that she's not alone during school hours. I feel like dying. Nobody understands and nobody really cares. I hate myself. I hate myself because i feel so alone, insecure. I hate myself because no matter how much i hate myself and want to die, I know I can't do it.

Sooner or later, I'll just be alone.

Friday, March 14, 2014

perfection

What is the meaning of perfection really? Being flawless? Beautiful? Handsome? Kind? Bold? Brave? or even imperfect? The dictionary says that perfection is absolute, complete, as good as one can be. People say perfection is not attainable, but I think not. Perfection just isn't seen on a daily basis. Perfection is very rare, something that don't come by that often. Thus, people think that perfection does not exist. 

In all honesty, I kind of believe that a worldwide perfection doesn't really exist, but to each their own. Everyone has a different standard of perfection. My perfection could be reading a book in a windy hut, but yours could be living the dream life, like being rich, living in a splendid mansion and things like that. I may think Leonardo Dicaprico is perfect, but others may not share the same thought. You see, imperfections are never seen to be perfect to the person having it. But it may be with a little helping hand. One may find another's imperfection to be perfect and this may influence the thoughts of the other party, they begin to love themselves more and embrace that imperfection.

The catch is, if you find a perfect imperfection in someone, try to convey how you feel. You'll never know until you actually say it out, how it may impact the other person. Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I bet that "beholder" could make beauty even more beautiful than it already is. Everybody is beautiful, but not absolutely complete. You'll know what is this thing we call "perfection" when you actually see it.