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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
The Elusive Obvious.How do you detect something when that something has already been there all along, just so it happens that you've always failed to notice it?
A decision so recklessly made, has it not been obvious enough? What you've always thought to be true, turns out to be nothing but a worthless lie. All my promises have dried up, the river ceases to flow.
In life, just what do we want, really? Have you ever thought about that? If you have, chances are you may not even know the answer yourself. Don't deceive yourself, think about it honestly. Try not to be shocked, but at the same time expect no fire in the middle of a downpour.
It amazes me, that something as glaringly obvious as that could have been so carelessly missed. However, it is hard to place the fault. Could it be mine? Even so, is it wrong to be human? If you've had any similar situations, I'm sure you can relate to me, regardless of the context surrounding your story.
If a flower died every single time I overlooked that painful truth, I would be responsible of depriving the world of all the colourful joy they could have been receiving. Perhaps, I would be the first flower to go. All that's left is half-spirited memories, I wonder if they're still worth keeping? Thing is, will I be able to get rid of them?
When you're alone, the sky seems ever so quiet. What's above is the only thing left I can confide in, there is, Nothing Else. Even the gentle whispering of the wind will do, if only. Silent, but overbearing. Is that the fate of the clouds? To only drift aimlessly, and then finally fade into a dark corner of the heavens and eventually vanish?
You want the truth, you may ask. But be careful what you wish for, so they say.
What tastes good, may not be what's good. Pick carefully, meticulously, the Fruit of the Elusive will always remain, Illusive.
I cannot tell anymore, the difference between running from the rain, and walking in the rain. What goes through my mind, tells me, if you're fated to be caught in between, might as well weather it bravely. If you run, what good would it do if you were to slip and fall? Wouldn't the sky secrete upon you even more torrents of hurt?
A clear sky would seem foreign to me by this time, the Sun would only melt me into the grass. I am, just not used to it.
Think about this. What does a mirror do? Logically, it would show you your appearance. Also, it shows you your hide. It isn't obvious, you may not even know that you've got another skin pulled over yourself in every moment of searing pain. On the other hand, it could be the weight of this hide that's pinning you down.
Can a snail or a turtle put away its shell so as to dispose of the extra weight? Can I put away my mask so that I can stop living life behind a fake? The shell protects the animal from getting killed. My mask is a viable shield. You and I may not like to admit this, but it is an obvious fact which none will readily admit. How dodgy.
Despite all that is said and done, a train will always have a round-trip. To the end, and then back to where we started. Sometimes, you may not find the person at the point where his train originated from, where you would expect him.
For all we know, his train might have derailed somewhere along the journey, strayed from the original route, and hurtled towards the impenetrable forest. Never to be found again. In a forest, nothing is wasted. Whatever can be broken down, is broken down, and returned back to the world. Sounds fair, doesn't it?
A long time ago. When beliefs were still unchanged. A time where things were more apparent, it hurts, but it hurts less. Less than what it is now. Mine was not merely a forked road, where choices were present, but limited. Mine was an entire spectrum, but only one particular path drew me. What tastes good, may not be always what's good. How much more truth can be pumped into that?
For every forked road that you go through, the next split will always be narrower. Choices limit other choices, and as we go along, there will always be only one inevitable conclusion left. At this final split road, in which direction shall I push my footsteps towards?
If only there was a simple formula to calculate 'Bliss', so that many can stop to take a look around. Bliss= Love x Time spent together. Or, Bliss could be a product of Care with Showers of Concern.
I was just thinking, perhaps... Bliss is immeasurable. How do you even find a unit for that? Bliss is too non-linear for all these mathematical stuff. The only weighing scale we have for it, lies within our hearts. Calibration between all differs. That's what makes it unique, after all.
According to my calibration, and my life, I shall just point you towards my direction of... downwards.
An Elusive Obvious.
Is like an illusion, tapered over a concrete fact.
Sometimes you sense it. But when you don't, there is the feel of the cold hard pain beneath.
We are all similar. Humans, we are.
Elusive means to have the ability to avoid. Does that always mean that the obvious has always been trying to avoid us?
Ponder. Could it be that we were just avoiding it in vain all these while? Now that it has caught up, we cannot close our eyes to it any longer. When our eyelids are opened, the unknown sight is laid out in front of us. Only that, I, unlike previous eternities ago, cannot predict what it will be this time.
