Thursday 29 September 2011

Things I don't understand

I'm not perfect, there are just things I don't know, don't understand.
Top of the list, sad to day, is human communication.
As much as we would like to deny, humans don't really understand about humans, do they?
We behave in certain ways, feel certain things, contemplate on certain issues; very much unquantifiable (or aquantifiable).

Thing is, do we actually know what we are saying when we are saying certain things?
The simplest, yet also most complicated, aspect of communication would certainly be none other than interpretation.

Certain languages seem to portray certain ideas better than others.
Take Modern English, apt for facts, logic and rationale.
Compare to French, language of love.
Compare to Chinese, language of history and culture.
Compare to Korean, language of "korean dramas" (that we link to nowadays)

The very point of communication is to get an idea across to the opposite party.
It hence involves two steps, the delivery and the interpretation.
The delivery we can control, but the interpretation we cannot.
Exact same words can be inferred in a billion ways.
Not everyone can catch the nuances of the words, and not everyone will interpret it the same way.

This is the root of the problem, whereby the speaker and the listener might interpret the words in a different way.
Think GP, think inference, think "what is the writer trying to imply?".

I don't think I'll ever get this...this human communication thing...
Thats why I believe in music :)

Sunday 18 September 2011

Gone...

You know the feeling, of people disappearing in your life?


No information, no coincides, no nothing.
Its like they just vanished, never existed.
Thing is, they will never vanish, never disappear,
in the memories, the minds, the hearts.

Why do such things happen?
Is it because of time, dragging the distance?
Is it because of space, being there for too long?
Is it because of just "because of"s, or is it more than that?

Should you feel remorse, for what you never knew you did wrong?
Should you feel pain, for what you thought shouldn't hurt?
Should you feel sad, for prospects and projections that may not be true?

I don't know... you tell me?

Thursday 15 September 2011

Helplessness

You know the feeling of helplessness when you feel it. And only when you feel it.
Its like some kind of void, some part missing in the jigsaw, something left hanging in midair.
Awkward, out of place, neglected, useless. Helpless.
You try and you try again, yet do can't get what you want, what you deserve even.
But what can you do about it? Nothing.

On one hand, you are tempted, attracted, made, forced to do something,
but on the other you simply can't do it right, properly, the way you want it.
Many of times, it is really not your fault.
People around you might say it is, friends around you might consider it as, you might insist it to be, but it really isn't.
We are humans, restraint by body, mind, soul, circumstances etc etc
We can only do that much.

Thing is, we can never always get what we want.
One of the ultimate goals in life, really, is to learn to cope with that, live with that, live in that.
Easier said than done...

p.s. I know I really can't do much now, but at least know that I'll be there, ya?

Sunday 11 September 2011

Hurt?

Many of times, people hurt others even if they never meant to.
In their seemingly insignificant actions, ostensibly casual words etc etc

I suppose its not their fault. Actually, its nobody's fault.
Fact: We are not perfect, and we cannot possibly know everything to prevent doing any harm to others.
Thing is, for some things, we can only get hurt if we actually know what they mean.
You won't know someone's true intent unless you can see past their facade and lies.

If you don't know, you don't get hurt, simple as that. Ignorance is bliss.
Such is the power of knowledge, a double edged sword, a power so great it can turn against you.

Maybe I shouldn't have unraveled this uncanny instinct of mine, far too accurate at times...
Maybe I shouldn't have sharpened it with knowledge and skills I picked up...
Maybe I should be more careful next time, shut some of my sense maybe, to keep myself and others around me safe...

Sunday 4 September 2011

Admit you are not perfect

Sometimes, it really amazes me how we never had a real "conversation". Yes, we speak, and we hear, but we don't listen, do we?
Plain as it seems, every single sentence of yours is a dogmatic statement, a command, an order, no less.

Fundamentally, "logic" means different things to us.
In my eyes, logic is the train of thought that leads to a valid and sound conclusion, be it in agreement with my words or otherwise.

For you, logic is the means to lead others to agreement with your words, be it sound and valid or otherwise.

Maturity, common sense, interpersonal relations, you speak of them as if you have seen it all. Have you?
You proudly proclaim that you will NEVER apologise, much less say sorry, to your family members.
You commit the exact same mistakes, stupidity and fallacies you think you understood and warned us against.
You embrace illogic when it favours you, rejects sound logic when it goes against you, and simply dismiss as "alogic" when you.
You cling on to your outdated mindset and way of life, expecting us to follow suit and survive in this modern society.
You hold double standards and double personalities between friends and family, but claim you never lie and hates liars.
Your pet phrase is "Shut up, be quiet and listen to me", but you do the exact opposite.
Spare me the pain from typing everything out, because it will take more than 10 years.
I really don't see how society can see someone like you as more mature, more common-sensical, more respectable, than even me.


Unconditional love and care. Is that not the entire meaning of parenthood?
To truly love from the depths of the heart, to truly care without intention of reciprocacy.
Yet, albeit masked and subtle, your actions of "love and care" goes nothing beyond the superficial.
Concealed within each action lies the agenda of making us "feel" your love,
and when your mood turns bad or situations seem unfavorable, you simply cut these off, just like that.
Says a lot about you, really.

Great philosophers of late left behind words of wisdom, but I seriously doubt that would come up with the same if he met anyone like you.
Confucius speaks of Filial Piety, of the natural Hierarchy of Life.
Yet, how can we give back when we never received? How can we accept and respect when the logic is not sane, less say consolidated?
Laozi speaks of natural balance and equilibration, of reciprocity.
Yet, is it then right to bask in apathy in face of evil? Is it then right to reciprocate evil with evil?
Your very existence warp ancient wisdom, you win.

In spite of everything, I can't say you didn't do anything beneficial to my life.
People around me see me as mature, logical, insightful, friendly.
Admittedly, I have to give much credit to you for this, for you provided with the best training for these traits.
Given a perfect counter-example, I had to mature fast enough to prevent myself from following its footsteps.
Handling faulty logic everyday, I had no choice but to enforce logical thinking to keep myself sane.
Having witnessed how dark and evil the world can be, I has forced to look at things beyond their many layers.
Knowing how people can be so superficial towards others, I have learnt to trust and be true towards my friends.
Faced with a dichotomy between learning or turning into you,  what training can be more effective than this?

If there is one advice of mine you might heed, though I know you wouldn't, it would be my belief:
"Admit you are not perfect".

Saturday 3 September 2011

The Nature of Nurture

The environment is influential, very influential.
Who? How? Where? What? When? All these can change the fundamentals of who we are.

Subconsciously, we sieve out certain traits from people around us,
their actions,
their words,
their thinking processes,
adapting them for ourselves.
And with all the different personalities around,
we might find ourselves evolving into a fusion of all our influences.

People around me have changed me a whole lot, for better or for worse.
Even I find myself becoming more similar to them after a while,
speaking in their voice, thinking in their train of thought, portraying their image.
Such is, the power of influences.

Makes me wonder what environment some people grew up in...