The Title Doesn't Always Says It All

When was the last time you had your meal? Did it fill you to last a couple of hours? How about a nice warm shower? Have you had a good one anytime recently? If you answered yes to at least either one, then you truly are blessed.

Many times we forgot about the little things in life that we have, often taking them for granted because we gotten too used to their presence in our daily routines.

I was taking a hot shower earlier and a stream of thoughts flowed in my head in suddenity. They formed an odd feeling of silent gratitude. "Thank you, for the warm running water, because I know not everyone has the luxury that I am now enjoying". It isn't so much about wealth. Wealth is but something created by man with gold in their hands- it doesn't matter if you don't. It is another word for blessings, those that are bestowed humbly upon you.

Before you go on thinking I'd ask you to compare the state you are currently in with someone who is not doing as well, hold on for a moment. Sure, there must be comparisons so that I can convey my message to you. But that isn't how I was planning to do it. You see, it is all the little things that builds your life as it is. Your clothes- what would it have been like without them? What would it have been like had they not shield you against those chilly nights? You not having horrible nightmares- your nights give you a good rest, don't they? You having emotions- living void of emotions isn't living at all, is it? It's not just what you have, but all the tiny little things that we often overlook at.

They say you can't see in darkness. Of course, you are deprived of light, but not of sight.

Even so, nobody appreciates light more in its presence than its absence.

Perhaps certain things loses its meaning in the antithesis of silence. Just keep this in mind: the next time you have a meal, the next time you sleep on a bed with a roof over your head, the next time you wake up in the morning and yawn, please, please say a silent thank you. Someone will definitely listen to you.

Dreams, Imaginations, Perspectives

They say the mind wanders during the night and that they explore a side of the world we don't usually see. In all rarity of occurrences, I'd say it happens to me at the very least. Whether or not I am plucking a fruit off a mentally disturbed tree is something I've yet to discover.

Just earlier I watched The Mortal Instruments - City of Bones (2013), a fictional movie based on a novel of the same title. Having said the word fictional, the movie and novel takes place in a fantasy world of angels, demons and everything else that falls in between. That includes werewolves and vampires, if you're pleased to hear. While there are countless myths regarding the supernatural world and evidences that'll never convince the entire human population, I'd ask the same question everyone did throughout human history- are they real?

The answer doesn't matter to me, but I secretly hope that I'd one day jump into a fantasy novel and live an adventurous life, away from the torment of homework, assignments and worldly worries. It actually took me five minutes of consideration to continue past the six words of the previous sentence. Such unappreciative remark might land me in trouble beyond my comprehension but I hope it won't happen.

Well, moving on, what intrigues me the most is how imagination can be so much more convincing than reality. I don't think age is a factor here. All of us longs for an escape to a certain extent and to a certain extent our imagination is salvation as far as all of us could care. But you see, some people like me tend to over-imagine things. Like jumping into a movie scene and rescue the princess atop a stone tower, or like play a supporting character just to see your favorite hero and heroine get romantic. Something along those lines, you get me right?

The problem is: we're living in reality. Many people would jeer at you for dreaming more than your daily dose, which probably serves you a good 8 hours at most in your sleep. In my case, I like to make little scenes in my head before going to sleep just to exercise my imaginations. Perhaps we all do. On one's account there might be a romantic scene going on between you and a person whose existence never came to be. On another there might be you being a time traveler on a journey to discover what lies beyond the passage of time. Anything that keeps your boat afloat. So, with all these emotion-driven thoughts fabricating within the four walls of fantasy, my question is: is it right to judge a person who dreams more than we do?

In case you haven't noticed, I'm speaking of more than just sanity. This platter here may not be to your liking, but if you've made it this far why not press on just a little more? On one hand, I have the issue of whether acting too imaginatively makes you someone less sane, and on the other hand I have the question of what makes a person sane anyway? Assuming you and I are both sane, are we getting too full of ourselves in reality? Are we the one who are too wrapped up to see what lies beyond reality? I really can't tell, because I've never journey to the other side.

I have a hunch that you might think I'm about 10 percent less sane right now, and that I may potentially have a mental disorder. Right, that's alright. I really have no ideas where I'm going with all of these but I do have one thing in mind. What if, just what if, life itself and all the reality in it is simply no more than someone else's dream? An omnipotent being, for example. It doesn't matter if you're an atheist, just consider it for a moment. It isn't like this view is particularly unique- it's just looking at life and reality a little differently than our daily routines would suggest.

I suppose with all these unanswered questions at hand, each drawing more from the wellspring of uncertainty, I should draw the curtain upon the stage. Speaking of stage, the word reminded me of William Shakespeare. Hmm, what about him, you ask? Here's it:

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players:"

- As You Like It, Act II Scene VII -

 - William Shakespeare -

Renovated

Ha! It seems that I am back. Which is a pretty normal thing for me to do. I mean, I write stuffs here, then half a day later either decide to revert the post back as a draft, or delete the post entirely. After rinsing and repeating this process for a week or two, I'd disappear behind this blog and find solace in between the words here written just because I have a very short attention span. Which means I'll disappear soon. Maybe.

While I'm here, thank you for stopping by (whether you're a blog hopper, an internet roamer, someone bored, a ghost, anything at all).

I spent the past one hour deciding on this blog's template, layout, background image, font families, font sizes and every little detail that doesn't quite matter to anyone but me. OCD? Maybe. Sigh. But I'm quite happy with the outcome. The bluish background gives me a rather cooling feel. I dislike bright colors, they just emit a warm feeling for reasons I can't figure, and probably never will.

In any case, this post is actually pretty much pointless. Still not happy with my page text font but I like seeing my blog title's font. That'd be Indie Flower if you haven't yet figured it out. Oh oh, try hovering over the post title too, the blue seems awesome to me! Hahaha now now, don't you dare give yourself a facepalm. If you did, you don't have to do it twice because I simply cannot comprehend what might happen afterwards. Actually this entire thing is a failed attempt at getting you to smile.

Alright then, I shall resume watching Gosick, an anime which I picked up long ago but due to various presentations of circumstances and situations, I fell behind my imaginary schedule. Anyway, have fun reading the old posts, I'll write something else when I get the urge too. Perhaps include my diary in here as well if I find it reasonable.

Till then ~ !