Thursday, September 4, 2008
Right, before I continue on with my chemistry holiday assignment, I've decided to blog about somethings that I've thought about- courtesy of Cheryl :D
Time.
In the essence of it, how many people truly appreciates what it gives to us? Maybe we grumble about how it just whizzes past us without stopping. Or how we don't ever have enough to do the things we want to do. Or even how slow it crawls by sometimes.
Is it truly time that is doing all that, or us?
Just like love.
What is love without the heartbreak, the tears, the hate, the fights and most importanly, what is love without risking your heart?
How does anyone ever realize that what you feel for that person is truly love? Does the realization come as a sudden thought, or a punch in the gut, or even just that warm feeling settling over?
Just like friendship.
The very basis of it varies from person to person, and yet is the same to everyone. Would it still be that friendship that you remember without fighting, gossiping, heart-to-heart chats, understanding and trust? Would the people within that bond stay as strong, as together without some lies, some blatantly crude comments, some gossiping around behind another's back? Perhaps it may seem wrong under the watchful eye of justice, but isn't this just being human? Everyone makes mistakes, and I guess, I believe that only the strongest of friendships can survive the weathered storms.
Just like freedom.
Without feeling caged, would be ever have thought about freedom? Without wanting something, desiring something to the point of breaking, would anyone ever long for this 7 letter word? And yet, what is truly freedom in its purest form? Being free is still somewhat being caged. Being caged is still being somewhat free. Controversial as it is, I think many misunderstand the life in this.
Just like passion.
That fire in you, electrifying your very being. That looseness and finality in it. That drug that keeps us fighting for what we want and love. That statement of truth weaved between the lies that unknowingly slips out of us everyday. The colours that we bring into our soul. With this within us, how is hate so different from love then?
*Ahh, I know I'm being random But it's what I've been thinking about since Cheryl talked to me about her would-be blogpost during Chemistry on Tuesday (:
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