The Worst People Get The Best Chances....

Why oh why should it be that truth always hurt?!

Why can't people keep their mouth shut so that other people don't get hurt. And the worst part of it all is that the hurt ones have to pretend that nothing of the sort ever happened, that the comments - no matter how well-minded - hurts. It always does.

I think Murphy's law was meant for something of this - "If something has to go wrong, it would!" And some how the same could be extended to - "If something has to hurt, it always does."

‘Words are just words’ argue some. Yeah, but words are also there to convey feelings, emotions, thoughts...

So whatever someone says something, the words have to be weighed against the meaning they convey.

If the truth would destroy someone, why not keep from revealing it? Why argue that it may be tantamount to lying? Not revealing the truth is not lying; lying is telling something that is not there at all. To say the opposite of truth is lying.

Morality is something that should be questioned. Learn the lesson. Morality is as dynamic as the world itself. Morality, too, can be modified to suit needs.

What with the meaning of words changing rapidly, morality could/would/should come to mean something different for each individual.

So Where Do I Get The Answers From????

I asked those questions because I wanted to know the answers.

The questions now come naturally to me. There is something that I have to know, and to know it, I have to ask these questions.

I know what hedonism means, I thought you would too. Without implying morals to the word.

What is a word? But the human explanation of a concept. And none of us are prurient enough to use the word in its original meaning. All of us are sinners to the core.

"Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone." Words have a specific meaning and euphemisms don't have a chance in this world. But surprise surprise, I know not anything but euphemisms in life....

I am not negative about life.. I can't be negative about something that is MINE!

I live it. I seek simple joys knowing I wouldn't ever know the ultimate "bliss." The walk in the jungle; the rhythm and abandon of dance; tranquillity of music; beauty and perfection of sunlight filtering through the clouds... all these are sensory pleasures which would lighten you, not enlighten you. And I can live without enlightenment.

You saw me then, when I was a fledgling bird, with no developed wings, but neither I nor you realised that I might develop a fear for flight along with my wings.

Cynicism is not a voluntary development, it just dawns on you and then engulfs you. Finding peace within myself seems a lost dream, but I have to live on. Life, love and happiness seem ever elusive to me... but I am not complaining.
They abandoned me, the innocence that you talk of. They might be an illusion... something that I am yet to discover in the harsh daylight. I still am not sure if what my life WAS, was an illusion, a pretension, or just another life altogether...

Yet Another of Them Realisations...

The litte girl grew up.

I might be a cynic, but I have not turned a critic yet. I still do find beauty in words, perfection in nature and serenity in music.

I can assure you that the day I turn a critic, would be the day I turn dead. I am coming back, with no hope or dreams for the future.
I am doing whatever would help me understand me.

That is my goal now. To know myself. I don't think I would be able to go back to the naïveté.
Now I am afraid to come there because I am no longer that girl from that world.

I have created a world of my own. With God's help, but I pray to him and think of him with a kind of doubt that Thomas had when he saw Christ resurrected.
I am not a devout disciple or something, but I do believe that He would still look after me, even though I have denounced morality, and turned into a semi-anarchic believer.

He is my creator, and so He would see to it that I don't get the acute pain, which might make me go to Him directly and ask what did I do to deserve this?
Life seems bearable with the heavy albeit sad realisations, that you are not made for great things. But this is where my cynicism rears its ugly head.

It keeps on asking me that would you or would you not fight your destiny. I don't have any answers, but I sure as hell would try to find them.
Life is full of momentary pleasures; and pain is bound to come, no matter how hard we try to build ourselves up to bear it, it is always unbearable.

But it doesn't mean that I wouldn't go look for things that would put a sparkle in eye, a smile in my demeanour. Goofiness might help us try to hide those scars, they are still there. No point in trying to behave or believe they don't exist.

Smiling through tears is something I have learnt. And the lesson would always be close to my heart.

Because, here I learnt variations of the same rule.
But the new rule in life is that let GO of heart's desire. And though you have them, you still can't have them.

Know what I mean?