People need to start being responsible for their actions, and accept the consequences.

There's always an excuse so that people may seem less accountable for what they have done. It is possibly a remnant of our natural defense mechanisms, which have evolved from a physical nature to a modern, and more appropriate, cognitive quality. We've all seen it, and done it: when we try to explain why we had turned up late, or to the more difficult things such as refusing to accept blame in a dispute.

However, what we fail to realize is that assuming responsibility might not be the worst thing to do. We all have the most valid reasons for our actions, yet when it comes down to the wire, we always have a choice.

I made a choice once, to prioritize my attention on one of two things, and as justifiable as my reasons for doing so were, it did not alter, nor could it hide the fact that I had made my decision. Accepting the ramifications of my decision, as hard as it might have been, was perhaps the best thing I could do.

And it was.



Yes, I chose the wrong item off the lunch menu, and was pretty bitter about it.

Helplessness;
All the strongest mind can muster is the weakest resolve against the heart's foolish endearment,
for never hath the lips tasted such delicious joy,
and never hath the ears longed for such beautiful song.

Let us pardon
our mutual intrusion,
and journey through dreams,
now shall we?

Let us leave,
a trail of crumbs,
lest we lose our way,
but then again.

Let us get lost,
in familiar places,
in the most serene afternoons,
and in the deepest nights.

Let us lie,
on the softest ground,
amidst the distant howl of wolves,
and bathe in the gentle moonlight.

Let us revel,
in your mildest scent,
your most calming warmth,
and the beautiful song of your breath.

Let us linger,
in the slightest adoration.
Just this moment,
Can't we just forget the world?

Let us deliberate,
because when I'm in your arms,
there is nowhere else,
I would rather be.

Would you prefer to live in the moment, or live for the moment?
Sure, many advocate preparation-getting yourself ready for the future, and it surely seems most logical. But what if doing so results in you missing out on what you have at present?

I am most certainly not endorsing procrastination, or downplaying the importance of getting yourself ready for future situations. In fact, I myself have been, many a time, put in a spot because someone throws me a question that I should have anticipated them asking.

Of course, there is the quick-fix way of getting yourself out of any hassle; the "I don't know" strategy:
Why didn't you pick up your phone? I don't know.
Where did you leave my pencil? I don't know.
Who took my chocolate bar? I don't know.

In spite of the versatility of the method, it might not work in all courses of events:
What are you doing drinking my beer? I don't know.
Was that my sister you were with? I don't know.

As a result, I cannot stress enough the significance of carefully concocting your alibi, so as to avoid any awkward, or physically painful incidences. However, many get caught up in planning for what lies ahead, and miss out on the things that are actually happening now.

Stop right there. Slow down and think about it. Think about what you could be missing out on.

Carpe diem; live in the moment.



Just to clarify, the above "I don't know" scenarios are fictional examples. They are not my personal experiences (well, at least not ALL of them are).

Complexity is superfluous. Spontaneity is exciting. There's no need for meticulous planning. Devising a strategy may be a methodical approach, but it certainly ruins flow, and takes away the anticipation procured from being impromptu.
I'll decide what I'm going to do tomorrow, tomorrow.
Yes, beauty lies in simplicity.



Hence, I technically have no homework for today. It works, try it ;)

Maturing. It sneaks in like a scent with every inch you grow, and by the time you catch a whiff of it, it’s already been there, lodged in some rarely visited corner you’ve always never cared to look. Suddenly, you begin to pay attention to all those minuscule details that you were accustomed to brushing off with a casual wave of thought.

Remember how we used to play in the rain, without fear of getting ill. Remember making rain angels, although failing terribly because they would never last long enough. Remember refusing to sit out pickup basketball games albeit injured. Remember doing practically nothing everyday, but feeling like we were living it up.

Then we grew up. We fell sick, or we had clothes that were too expensive, or we didn’t want a serious injury, and time became too valuable. We became scared.

Sometimes it’s perfectly fine to return to that. No, it’s not childish, even though we’ve been told otherwise. It’s being brave.

Hang in there. It always passes. Always.

Daydream

It's not night, but it's a dream.
The sky's lit, but the stars are out.
Take a peek,
oh wouldn't you?

It's winter, yet the flowers bloom.
The birds are nestling, yet there is song.
Take a peek,
Just only you.

It's our little secret.
So take a peek.
After all,
it's because of you.

Flirting with disaster. We all do it, whether it be the four year old child who touches the bottom of a hot iron even after explicit warnings from a parent, or the driver who weaves recklessly in and out of traffic on the freeway at neck breaking speeds. It really makes one wonder: what is it that compels us to risk doing certain things that we know to be potentially detrimental to us?

Perhaps it is curiosity: the innate desire for us to know; to push ourselves and challenge our physical or mental limits. It’s a need to gauge our potential to perform a task - any task, to know that we are capable.

Or maybe it is the thrill, procured by pulling off an act of blatant defiance. The exhilaration of knowing that, once again, nothing can hold us back, not even misfortune herself.

Whatever it is, it intrigues. It gives us a sense of achievement from overcoming odds, and most of all, the chance to flirt dangerously. Now, who could ever pass that up?

“Like moths to flame”, my best friend would say. But I digress, dear fellow, because unlike moths, we think.




However, don't take my words too seriously. I'm just really bitter because I've been planting my ass and face in the snow all day. But snowboarding is awesome-it's flirting with disaster :)

Addiction is starting what you can't stop.
Addiction is looking forward to the next one.
Addiction is a false sense of security.
Addiction is melancholy among delight.
Addiction is perilous.

And yet,
Addiction is alluring; seductive.
Passionate even.
Addiction is like moths to an open flame.
Charisma at a price.
Addiction is losing control,
but never feeling better.

Addiction isn't what you put in you.
Addiction is what's already in you.