-What of Choices and of Faith-

-

When we were younger, life present us less paths to tread upon, straight, perhaps simple paths. There are only the things we have do, things we percieve as right and wrong. A simpleton's life buffered and sheltered by the complexities of the outside world.

-

Now older, and exchanging maturity as an asset as compared to boundless youth, things we percieve doesn't seem so simple anymore. The paths not present to us before opens up in front of our eyes, yet those paths as endless as they might be are winding and confusing, each leading down a different rabbit hole. Sooner or later, we'll find ourselves in many different worlds should we choose different at each junction of life.

-

If a measure of a man are made of his choices in life, then how shall i be judged of mine? Of those choices, which are for others, which are for myself, which are for the better or worst or which are those that will utterly hurt someone? I think i like life better when theres less choices, while hope is the driving force of salvation, the hopeful are but less contented with what they have and conceited with obtaining what they can't have.

-

Well, i'm already a quarter of a century old this year, and looking at a few of my friends that's already married or engaged, i actually long for such stability and a fixed point in my life. I wonder if i'm over emphasizing on relationships in my life, or do others around me have the same thoughts too. oh well. Hope for the best, expect the worst, life is a play, we're unrehearsed.

-Amidst the Confusion and the Blinding brightness-

-

Down in a local bar, out on the boulevard, the sound of an old guitar is saving you..

-

Welll. for some weird reason i woke up with the burning urge to go out and run in the morning which i did. and while running it crossed my mind about what people think about when they run, if they really do think about anything at all that is. People say that whats important is the journey and not the destination. soooooo. if throughout the journey your mind is blank, whats waiting at the destination? ohh nevermind i'm taking this too literally. Bored people seldom make sense. Thus the word ramblings.

-

Like i've mention before to myself, there are 2 (make that 3) kinds of people in world of social interaction.

1. The type that doesn't interest you sadly for all the fact that in other situations they can be the bestest of friends.

-

2. The type that interests you for awhile, after of which the novelty of unshrouding the mystery that is a new found acquaintence's character and personality wears off. You could talk about everything in the world in the beginning, yet after which you just run out of topics to talk about and eventually perhaps not talk at all. Well i've seen far too much of this occurance over the expense of my pretty short life.

-

3. Finally the 3rd time would be the type that intrigues and captivates you profoundly in ways that we can't put to words, and theres just this hidden drive in you to keep wanting to know more about that person, and to be part of his/her world. This feeling of specially paying attention to his/her actions, to notice her small gestures here and there.

-

Well a random guess would be that for an average person, the people from type 1 and 2 will represent the majority of the people we would meet in our lives, and those of the 3rd type would form the minority. I suppose anybody would and should be flattered if we belong to the 3rd type. but admidst the changes in social interaction, and the diminishing interest of the younger generation these days for things new and different, i suppose a lesser percentage of people are being categorized as those in type 3? Not to mention people's fascination with themselves with self idolization..

-

Haha maybe i'm being a little too morbid. All i'm saying is.. don't we all have someone we're just uniquely interested in, and likewise wish that we are interesting to others?