I Rant

To my faithful perhaps non-existent readers here I am once again updating my beloved yet often neglected blog.

An old man I met told me to K.I.S.S (Keep It Short and Simple) he also said that writing is a form of expression, a sharing session. ‘This communication’ so to speak will only be purposeful if the reader could understand what the writer is trying to convey. He added that everyone writes for everyone else no matter how they try to deny it.

So here I am denying it. I am sure there is truth in what the old man said, he being a respected writer and a lecturer himself surely would know what he’s talking about. I on the other hand reprehensively said to him that I write to make myself feel better. I wouldn’t want anyone to understand my deepest thoughts and my emotions..though I guess there’s no secret there too.

Having said that, out of respect I’ll heed his advice and make this one K.I.S.S though actually I just plan to ramble on about random stuffs. I hope it’s okay with erm people…

A few months back I stopped playing football. Recently I started again, reason being…once your body is used to being exercised frequently, once you stop, one actually not only gains weight but also feels heavy and experience some kinda discomfort. I also don’t like when my pants get too tight.

Whenever I go to offices, banks, clinics, shops…it always troubles me to see how most employees often appear, well not exactly happy. It boggles me how people for years continue doing the same crap and after some time stop progressing; it all then becomes a routine. Well who am I to talk, I do the same. Though it’ll be less depressing-like when an individual does something he is passionate about. Although we know how many are lucky enough to do something they’re really into….most are also pressured into pleasing the society and do whatever the society deems as success…okay dead end approaching.

I got a new job…I hope for positivity and progress. I am not used to optimism…it’s not like I don’t want to be optimistic, it’s just that optimism in my case often end up with a bullet in the heart, so to speak. Nonetheless, now that I am old enough, I shall be optimistic nonetheless.

 When I was a kid, I was taught…I remember these two phrases thanks to my mother. One was, ‘old is gold’ she wrote that on a wrapper; she was giving an old purse as a present. She let out a sad smile as she explained to me what it meant. Maybe because she didn’t have any money to buy an actual gift? Well not that it matters; I wanted to say I like old stuff…from books, crafts and other stuff.

The other phrase being, ‘honesty is the best policy’ well we all honestly know that honesty is not really the best policy especially around women or men for that matter. These days I am better at not putting my thoughts across.

I see changes, I see growth, we took our parts, the journey embarks, we grew apart, yesterday it felt like I was still 10, we better start, focusing on what we think will make the heart spark, one must grow inside, in spirit, one should also by now already reach a stage where one has already known himself and has come into terms with his inner self. One should by now, know his path and where he is heading. His eyes set on his destination, the rest are just a struggle, some call it a distraction, a test, one must be steadfast and with all his might overcome worlds that transgress.

Alright then, like I always say...I’ll probably try to be more consistent and write more often. Thank you and have a good day.