Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbours, and let every new year find you a better man.
Benjamin Franklin
A human being’s lifespan is nothing but a blink of an eye if measured against the eternity of the universe. So what is it that makes us important, what is it that differentiates “you” from every other creature in the universe? People will tell you it's not the blink of the eye that matters, it's the eye, that makes us what we are.
They are right.
One year since a group of people had one of the most cheerful days of their lives yet, including myself. It’s been a year already, phew, yes time flies. But that day is of great importance to me particularly, I mean nothing great happened in a life changing way. But I guess there will be times in your life when your primal self comes out and you see clearly ‘the bigger picture’. You might even examine yourselves Before ‘the day’ & After ’the day’. In more than one way you are aware of what kind of person you are and how you are going to make a change. And you better make that change. Sadly, for me, I share this day with a bunch that have had different experiences on the same day, so while I am sitting here introspecting, for them it’s a jolly good nostalgia. It was not really hard for me at the end; examined the setback for a few months then I completely forgot about it. A year was perfect. I went through all the stages of shock, and I guess I was pretty much on top of it, before people started reminding me about it. Technology. Right?
So I am sure no one is really curious, but I will still enlighten you anyways. A bright colour.
Intense. Angry. Coward. Prejudiced. Destructive.
For a while you would think you have been scarred for life, it might seem the next worst thing after the holocaust. But it really isn’t .Its nothing. It’s just one of those experiences. I am telling you, you will get over it. Let me enunciate this, the human mind has a memory of a turtle in some scenarios. We never learn about certain aspects of society. That’s in our DNA. Or maybe not, maybe I just didn’t want to learn.I didn’t know how I got there,but that was where I was.
And it was a tricky situation too, I mean you had to be there to realise that. It was something of a straight out cliché. And then, nothing. Later, I was just there, looking like an asshole. A thing about assholes, you can be one, not let anyone know and then call somebody else one. Obviously, that wasn’t the case here. Obviously. But I forgot all about it, it’s almost an embarrassment now to think about it. And the thing is I can’t really blame anyone to remind me; these things are etched in your muscle memory. THEY.WILL.COME.BACK.
So my point was, well actually I didn’t have any point. I thought I would write about that day but I just kept stalling for what exactly was a whole year. Until now, and even this is completely vague. I mean don’t get me wrong, that day was pretty eventful, right from around 11, the night before when I heard the door bell. Things kind of went downhill from there. Twenty five hours later I am walking alone in the rain for what seems like an eternity. Cliché? See, that’s the thing, It was 20minutes on a clock but it was an eternity to me.Doesn't change that life is still a blink.You must think,and you better think fast.Life is too short for fat chicks & cheap buffets.
You can repent, or you can learn how to better yourself.
Can i get a fuckin' amen?
