Monday, October 27, 2008

You know, sometimes, we tend to ponder about the word "Equality" and every single aspect of it. Are we all really born equal? With equal opportunities and stuff like that? The only differences being that it would be up to us to grab these opportunities and make full use of them. And well, equality is one hell of a far-fetched word that's imperfect on its own. Used on its own, the vagueness it implies can be pretty much dangerous, if not offensive.

Are we all really equal? Mentally, physically, and in terms of charisma, both physical allure and just your attitude. The environment around you, how you were raised, influenced during your most impressionable ages as you grew up. Are all of these really "equal"?

I doubt it.

And so, we have people of different aptitudes. Those who can talk well, present well, those who can think quickly and yet there are people who are socially inept or unable to accept themselves.

On a side-note, its fuckin' amazing how I typed all of the above just to prepare for a single, selfish rant.

Otherwise, since I'm adhering to my weird "code" of blogging, which is to not directly refer to real-life issues, I'll just say the following;

Give and take; Everything's a fucking double-edged sword these days.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

I'm "that person" in your life that once helped you, was once your friend and once talked to you. I'm "that person" who listened, helped you and gave advise, offering a shoulder to cry on whenever you needed one. I'm "that person" who stood on the sidelines, watching you with a watchful eye, noticing your body language, before leaving a message on your phone if I get concerned, without anyone else knowing/noticing unless you tell them.

I'm "that person" who randomly seems like a close friend on certain days, yet so far on others. I'm "that person" who is never mentioned, never thanked and yet, doesn't seem to mind at all, helping others with their lives, seemingly as if his own was perfect, if not filled with flaws everywhere.

Ending this with a last note;

I'm always there, the door's always open. "That person" is never too far and even if he's busy, has some time to talk over the phone, or message you whenever he can. He is human after all.

PS: Shit, I need to blog more. Signing off.