it's so easy to get wrapped up in your own melancholic, worries-inundated, fearful world, thinking and wishing everything could go your way, and you had nothing to be upset about. it's so silly to envy others, when how do you know that others are not thinking the same way when they see you? i don't deny that blogs tend to be where i would turn to, if i want to vent out unpleasant emotions (anger, frustration, emptiness, loneliness, boredom). everyone does so.
we're becoming schizo ppl - a different face on and off the comp. it's becoming so easy to simply switch on the comp, blah out everything that is overwhemling inside you, switch off the comp, adjust your facial expressions, and live life 'happily ever after'. whenever something triggers and makes you upset again, you continue the same routine. well of course there are some who have really inspiring and thought-provoking blogs.
why don't we just share our problems with those around us? have we all become guilty of soaking up our own problems, that we've turned into people that no one can turn to? do we trust telling someone our true feelings? do we wonder if we might be infringing into the person's 'my time' by pouring out our sorrows? then what's the use of friendship if it can't even satisfy an individual's basic want to be loved and heard? or you could say that we exaggerate things on blogs. we take some minor issue, add lots of melodramatic expressions, and blow it up. are we?
or are we letting our true feelings take control? but then we fear people judging us when they read our blogs. we fear all the time don't we? live up to others' expectations, not losing our typical composure (except when with those really close ones).
life is tough. but then in what position can someone who has lived rather securely, loved by parents, well-fed, enjoying vacations, say such a thing? but that doesn't mean that we're not facing insignificant troubles. perhaps, as we always love to use moderations when asserting something, it is time for us to belittle our own problems, and YET not sink into a self-absorbed pit. how is that possible? if i knew the answer, i'll share one day. sometimes life feels purposeless, day by day we go about, studying, hanging around with friends, sleeping, complaining. work. and the same cycle goes about. is that why humans are meant to interact with each other to add colour to mutual lives? i really think so.
talking - i enjoy it. sometimes maybe talking too much isn't a good thing. but a world of silence, unimaginable. keep everything inside, judgments, criticisms, praises. just be yourself.
Pris
