Family

So many things we have, so many things we want and cannot have. But yet, ironically, there are things that we can and already have, but we do not want. The blatant fact of such a matter does not reflect on our wants or needs, but our heart and the memories they hold. The object of family is not the fact that I know you love me and vice versa. Instead, it ought to be an exact image of what you feel for the family as such the family for you without words being said. Sometimes, the most beautiful things are said without explanation or words. Enjoy.

Jacob:
"When I was young, I got angry with my mother for not buying me toys, when I got older I detested the fact that she did not get me the latest phone, I got angry that she did not let me go out with my friends and made me stay at home with her or go to dinners with her. I sulked and I sulked but I never looked at the big picture. So one day , she left and i forgot what it was like to come home and get chided, looked at my latest phone and couldn find anyone to screw me for the money i spent. Suddenly, dinner was like a one person affair, sometimes two, if i was lucky maybe three."

He looked back to the dinner table and saw nothing on it. He saw images, and he replayed memories of the one person that seemed to be the only one that seemed so very concentrated on his presence. He gazed out and realised what was left. His sister, his brother, his family.HE saw what was important and saw the sadness of it. The pain somehow was stealed by someone whom he believed was always there and would always be there. Family. It seemd to be shared even though he felt like he was alone.

The object of family is not to realise what is important when its gone, but to know its importance as soon as you have it. When was the last tme you had dinner with your family? went out wiht your mom or dad? inversely, when was th elast timeyou ppl quarrelled? the last time you scolded yourparents the ugliest things or worst, fought with them?

When was the last time you went up the bus on the way home, and thought of nothing but your family and not the computer or some show? Why is that we hold out to our friends and not family?

If something was there, itd stay unless you moved it

Ok, a lil late but as promised i bring to you the equality of man.

We came here into this world with different faces, different personalities but as most people describe, we came in all totally equal. Is that bullocks or words with an essence of truth in it? We came in here equal with rights, emotions and feelings. But at the same time, we were "gifted" with talent, attributes and weaknesses. Its amazing because were even gifted something that we all love to do, to think and create. These are what we called habits, ways we talk and the signs we use in our lives. But why is it we think in such a way, that man are equal? Is it not true that some were born to do great things? given extreme talent to perform what a normal being couldn do?

Is it the fragility of man , or even religion, that we state that man are equal. For what we have created here is not a mess, but a mirage. We have all been led into believing that we are the same and what ever people have we can have the same. But what is the other side of the story? A third of the population have been filled by people who are menatlly slow, disabled or even handicapped. We find their strengths and compliment them and compare them to a full man, but even so how is that being equal? Was creation meant to create difference among us? This creator, what was his point in making us so ambiguously different?

As mentioned in the previous entry , we all seek to be different, is that a thought embedded into us as well because we see ourselves equal to others? Since the time of Graham Wallas and his work Art of Thought, published in 1926, some have considered creativity a useful and effective craft. Also, the term of heuristics have also been introuced since the fourth century. All this simply shows that man from early times already created and felt different, they created creativity and thus became somewhat different because they were special. But is that the case? Or is it simply because they reacted faster than us? Or were they smarter than us? Are we really equal?

Sometimes, i question the creators of our creation. Is it not ironic that i stand here before all you fine people feeling the same and looking the same and yet asking of the significance of difference?

Sometimes i do wish differenc played a part in humans. Then , we would actually realise that we could only do so much. However, if you ask me, difference is the essence of it all and yet the spark that kills many. Are we different in our actions? I say no, because as we all have the same desire to be different and desire to live on and stay as the fittest. Different in our abilities? indefinitely. See you guys. Im hitting the sack

And so here i am back again. Sorry for the temp dissapearance as i took a vacation of my blogspot for a while to figure a few things i had to sort out. As you can see, inversed_sights is not shutting down and i thank all the readers for pushing me on to make this u turn for what seemed to be a set decision. So the entries that i hope all of you have missed will keep coming as my "leave" is now over. Enjoy.

" Your effort in trying to be different has only made you alike to most people."

The idea of creativity has been overshadowed by difference. All of us here today have accepted the thought that anything that is different is creative. The idea of creativity is not to be different, but to think different. The idea of that is not to behave differently or to do things in an exagerrating manner to be recognized as different. It is, in fact, the way we think. So many of us try to be someone different , but how is that being creative when the whole world wants to be different? Creativity cannot be made and cannot be cultivated. Creativity is moulded in your thoughts, you maturity and your experiences on life to relate fact and fiction.

Isn't it ironic that we take the prettiest things and see them as a viewpoint of beauty and creativity? We look at the mona lisa and we say it is beautiful and we can rattle on and on, but what about the da vinci? what about the brushes? the paint?Didn the picture stem from these very single details. In creativity, we fail to notice of the most insignificant things and srutinize their importance. We start from the big picture and forget the rest. But the art and baeuty of creativity remains in the smallest specific detail. Yes people, its origin.

But back to the topic, why do we try to be different? Why do we wear orange with brown when we know they dun fit? Because we all have one common stigma and that is that as long as i am different, i am creative. Is it a mental mindset that we have or is it an undying ego that refuses to accept the equality of man or yet , better, the gift of talent to certain man?

We all have our own styles. You are your own style. The object of creativity is already there because nooone can beyou no matter how much they try. It is not the clothes you wear or the way you speak that define creativity, but it is your sole self that defines creativity. Next up, the entry on " fairness" or rather " the irony in the equality of man" . I'll see you guys tomorrow. Ciao

The world, yes, our world is an ageing system. The holding barriers of the deats of many and the turn to unorthodox ways have also become a resolute to one cause. This cause is something we have been entirely dependent on . This cause is what we call money. Money has become a widespread medium in all aspects of our life. They buy you clothes, cars, marriages, body parts, sex, power and satisfaction. What is it that we deem so material that only money can be superior to match it? Why has man chosen to follow the rites of fortune to implement war and conflict between man? Sports has been ruined as players do not play when salaries do not meet their demands. The sake of play has been gone and the spirit, destroyed.

Earlier in the history of mankind, we took the route of bartering where ppl would trade cows for potatoes or water for carrots. Then came the use of gold coins and so on so forth. Thereafter came inflation and the introduction of the stock exchange. Does it all boil down to greed? If not, why money? Is there no other way to discuss formalities without the use of bank notes with the faces of our forefathers or cheques that displays the amount of currency?

The world has been constantly taken over by humanity or rather in humanity. People have died stealing , died tradng, died losing money and died while saving money . And all that for what cause? Survival. I used to believe that money could never buy you happiness and that even if it meant you were poor it wouldn matter. Mayb ein lucky aspects or lucky countries with nice natives, that would be the case. But one day, you'd realise money makes ppl smile, it makes ppl agree, it gives you what you want to see. What they said was right. You cant have the best of both worlds. Instead, you have to make do with what you have. If you are poor, try to be happy by playing with your friends. If you are rich , ur happy by spending the money on the joyful riches of life. no?

The humane reason to keep surviving is to constantly improve ourselves. Yet , does it appeal to all of you how things will be like 10 years from now? 15 years from now? How much will you have? how will you send your kids to university? Life, starts when ur one and ends only when ur generation ends. Because what you do follow suit to what your sons do and what they teach their sons eventualy. Money has destroyed but money has also enriched the comrades and the allies of the world itself.

But thats not why im writing all this. You see the morphing of barter to cash and cash to death or happiness. Is all that a mirage? Maybe so. But one things for sure. The older you get you have more and more holes to fill and that will not stop because of the existing cause of currency. Bottom line?

What you make of yourself is eventually what money makes of you

Ciao

I'll let ya know


I played and i played and yet i couldn help getting things off my mind. I'd spot every pony tail that caught my sight, hoping it'd be you. I was now sure of my feelings. It wasn like, it wasn love, it was yearning. And when that yearning is fulfilled it will turn to like and so on. But that is all too early to say. Should i come forth or should i take a few miles back?I sat on the bus stop and as every car flashed past me with the flickering lights, i thought about you, and i thought about what i'd do. The cars would slowly move away and as their lights flickered, i remembered that iwas still thinking of you. Then slowly, the cars got fewer and then one car sped past me without a light through my eyes. As if this was allwrong, as if it was a picture drawn only for myself to see and not for others to comment on. She was paired, and i was stuck. Even though we were sometimes just beside each other, we were ironcially so far away. And i f i had the courage when yearn turned to like, i'd say that i like you too much to keep telling you to stay, as such a car that would speed past me like a fading memory meant to be seen as just a moment of beauty. I watched the cars go by as my heart sank further and further. Was this all a mirage or was it just trouble yet to brew? If you could tell me, i'd be appeased.
But one's thing for sure, when it comes, i'll let ya know.

So here I am at Queensway just waiting to get my racket done. In the mean time, chilling at Mac with a few of my friends. Im very tired and feeling very lousy at the moment but anyways, as promised, inversed_sights.blogspot.com proudly presents to you an opposite continual of the earlier highlight of the month "The Imagined Her" and a genesis remake of this totally opposite situation of having to like someone and not be together. I'm sure most of us have experienced this and I hope you are able to relate. A revelation of the usual fairy tale endings added with a touch of experience and a whole bag of emotions. This is more realistic, as such life. So take a moment, and enjoy the shadow premiere of
If You Didn't Love Me

So there I was. And there she was right beside me, lying in my arms. It was beautiful and what a moment IT WOULD HAVE BEEN.Right. Anyway, it wasn long before i was awoke by the damn bus and snapped out of what I would deem as a fairy tale. I walked on alone, thinking of my first moments when I set eyes on her, not that it mattered though.
Day three hundred and seventy nine since it made my heart grew fonder. She was attached, to this stud. The second one since well, 379 days ago. I She was two years my senior and just thinking about her with another guy saw me crumpled up like a lil kid when he lost his favorite action figure.

She and I walked beside each other day after day. There was already so much inside me that I never got to say. But how does it matter? She is attached . She walked by me like an angel and also left like one. I was far from perfect, like a child that would need a guiding hand. Yet, I could not make known my feelings to her.

She called me the next day, to ask me out. She had just suggested a momentary break from her relationship because of some tiff . She knew I was always there but she never knew it was more than that. Never did I doubt my feelings for her. They were there, ready to be reciprocated, yet, ready to be broken.

There was something about her. It was such a natural high with her around. I could not concentrate on anything else but to concentrate on what I felt was the most beautiful thing inside out, her. And every time she looked my way, I just wish I had the guts to say that there was something about her that was so incredible because she allowed me to feel joy, to dance and yet drop a tear to feel hurt. I really wondered why I couldn't say what I would. I still have no answer.

So we met up and she told me everything. She cried it all out and all was fine. Until she asked, "If you have something to tell me, tell me now. "
I looked right into her eyes and I was blurred out. I knew exactly what I wanted to say. What better way than to tell her how much it mattered that she didn't love me and that we couldn’t come together?

" If every drop of water disappeared from the land and then turned to sand, that would be nothing compared to how I feel if you didn't love me. Even if I could have the world and all that money could buy, even if I was able to travel far and beyond the sky with golden wings, I still wouldn't be able to fly because without you, nothing else would matter if you didn't love me."

I saw her slowly disappearing from my sight as I realized I did not say what I intended to. Instead," I hope things work out fine for you."

She got back with her boyfriend a week later and we never spoke since. I heard she went off to a junior college and did very well anyway ...





Hi people, many a time we think we are not capable, we think we are not able. That stems from courage. But to ride through obstacles no matter how hard, and go through situations no matter how tough, that would be the basis of all morality. It is not true that love is everywhere. But i know that it is true that love is trapped and is waiting to be released out of our faint hearts that are afraid to express. Say what you want, and say what you need to that special someone. Instead of telling her how much you love her, try telling that someone how much it'd mean If You Didn't Love Me. Night folks.