After so long of less opinionated; guess today is really my lucky day! Finally I have something worth to blog about. I’m still pondering which would be the best way to relate or type this but I don’t have a choice on it. I’d go with the flow. And so, how should I start this? It’s very interesting and it’s full of zest!

Who on earth would think they are less individual than the others? Is it simply just a word that helps “us” the individuals to feel better for acting so weird, doing so wrong, supports us like nobody else does or what? There’s no truth in this. I know one thing for certain. Everyone thinks they are individual. Of coz, that is an obvious fact in physical terms but what about mentally? What makes you more individual than the others?

Are you going to tell me that you’re so individual that you totally have no idea on what you’re going to think next? Or you would totally have no say in anything? And please, refrain from indicating that you’re the most neutral item on earth. Is there anyone in the god damn world that doesn’t contradict not even the littlest?

What is humble to you? If you don’t understand, you’d probably want to check the dictionary. I’m sure there’s a definition to it. Simple and universal for every hay wired humans to understand. We can always relate in different languages. But don’t you dare use the expressive English on me! Don’t tell me you’re MORE humble, LESS humble or VERY humble. If you are, you are. If you aren’t, just don’t prolong the embarrassment. 

Hey, what’s wrong with accepting the fact there’s a definition to every word? Why would you want to try using your opinion and perception into definitions? If someone tells you, you’re not ___. Go try figuring it out. Don’t ask for examples. Because it won’t make sense when you try to argue for a fact that you put yourself in a deception mode and try to make the other party understand that you’re not comparing yourself to others when you are!

And true, I cannot say that what happened to me would most likely happen to you. As a matter of fact, I’m saying something which I’ve never encountered and I just want to share it with you. Because I believe you’re worth wasting my saliva but if you don’t like it. I know it would sting a little. Try the clever way, listen and just wipe it out your ears. Why try protesting when we would never know what happens next? What if what I said was true, that would happen to you (but it never did to me) or what if you were right (yet you’re still as arrogant as ever?)

Conclusion is, it brings you back to square one. I wasted my air trying to talk nuts and definitions with you. And either way, which proved did not matter. You were still the same from the day I aired you. You moved on fairly high and quite a bit. You looked wiser, older and physically different. But the mentality is there to stay.

We are here to learn. The moment we try something stupid, who are the better fools than us? You think that people who came up with theories were just another bunch of great minds? At least, they admit and they see not just within others. Most importantly, you weigh yourself before you speak.

That is why, they are so great. And we, the not so mighty struggles to understand the basic strings in life.

You can’t run nor can you hide, for death will catch you no matter where you are. Someone just reminded me the one thing in life that we can’t escape from: death. They say everything happens for a reason. Death happens for no reason. It’s a cycle that no human could break from. You can be really lucky to escape it once, twice, but it will still catch you no matter how lucky you get.

Coincidence never fails to make the world seemed smaller. It brought comfort to both of them because they have one thing in common and that is no other than grief. Bumping into someone with similar grief almost felt like the upside of striking a lottery.

He lost his mom 5 years ago while she lost her dad for almost two decades and going. Losing someone you love can sometimes mirror a regret of a lifetime. Losing someone you love and not able to tend to them till their last breath makes you yearn endlessly for their presence.

For both of them, it was losing with regret. The wise say, when you live life, you live with no regrets. You can try to run but you can never escape. He refused to listen to her persuasion. He didn’t see it coming. He walked out of the door and that was the last time he ever saw her alive.

She was young and naïve. She cursed and swore not understanding the consequences when words of anger would turn into reality. And that was the last time she saw him alive. He felt guilt driven and regret buried deep inside of him. She told him of the stupid things she did to compensate her loss.

 “Giving up on your life is not going to make anyone happier”. The best compensate is living your life by the lesson you’ve encountered. It’s okay to break down when vivid memories steals the rational in you. It’s only natural to do so as we are made of flesh and emotions. And for that, it makes us real.