...hmmrrph..hello.hello. Attention, everyone! I'd like to interrupt my series of blogs to introduce a budding young guest blogger. (How would you call it - proxy-blogging?). Well, anyway, see what you make out of his interesting contribution. Here goes...Ta-daa..
Who am I?
I have thought about it once deep in my cot. As I pondered on my identity, I have discovered that I am not as I seemed to have previously thought - as if pieces of me were broken, but not scattered. Each piece laid to rest near one another, as if each one needed to cool, after being rubbed by friction, or some other force, that similarly, may have binded these things together. These pieces, when I observe closer, reveal the many aspects of me. For instance, a certain part of me looks to the outcome the next day has to offer, and the excitement of finally realizing these ambitions, these goals. The mind can think of only so many ways that the future can bring.
The other part of me wants to dwell on the moments that have seized; these moments are imprinted and have become timeless - almost ethereal. It is an experience that can often bring moments of loneliness and solitude. With only a breezeless night and silence, the only things that are illuminated seem to be nearby vegetation and trees, while the rest is shrouded in darkness, bringing only ominous uncertainty to those that call in the mind. However, such an instance brings fascination to the isolation of the human mind, and the possibilities that such lonely thoughts can conceive.
Docile, dormant, and inanimate is the third, until called for in its use of action; the facet that resides with the flow of time, and to preserve its actions until needed . Carefree at its will, confident at its poise – it is oblivious to worrying about what happens next, but what happens now.
The fourth, looking up to the heavens, seeks the answers from beyond. The search for the truth is long and perilous, but as long as it looks up to the skies, it will find its destiny, and eventually, its own salvation.
Infinite dreams, limitless possibilities, living life freely, and otherworldly spirituality - separately, they do not quite as much differentiate one man from another, but when viewed as a whole, they become a facet of one's being; a being that can only be attributed to a single person. Each person can be said to have different configurations, or perhaps even different facets to make up their persona. But this distinct "package" that is an imprint of one's identity; despite people having similar desires, these preferences do not make an individual. What matters to some might not matter to others.
What matters?
So what does matter to an individual? It would depend on their situation and their background, but people often have the same answer despite coming from vastly different cultures. Most people would say friends and family. Others would want wealth while others would say how their country matters to them. In a way, people both share a desire to preserve things that are close to them in their life. What people sometimes don't realize is that, in this modern age of consumerism and instant gratification, the things that other people might take for granted can be seen as a privilege for some.
And perhaps there is no other greater privilege than to be born. Life is an experience that is unique to each being, for every person experiences something different, which cannot only change their surroundings, but themselves as well. Life is dynamic and can adapt to each person, whether or not each one gains a desirable experience from it. In many cases, one's life can be more favorable, or unfavorable to others, but nevertheless, having experienced what it is to live would probably be enough for , perhaps, other entities we might not otherwise know exist. But whether or not people start to appreciate their very existence remains to be seen.
Who cares?
In the end, perhaps people do not really care at all about what one experiences, or what one goes through in life. Perhaps no one really wants to know how one experiences life, or how one thinks of one's self. Every single train of thought seems to be driven by the motivation of selfishness, to the point that we sometimes cannot see ourselves for what we truly are, but rather how we think of ourselves in terms of others. It is true that one should be true to thy own, but by what means and to what end? In a way, the four aspects can be said as a self-perception, but whether or not it is applicable to every being cannot be said for certain. So, does life apply to this rule? There are people who are negligent about their life, and others who would care less about the lives they affect, but at the same time, they practice the perseverance of their own existence, if not only for themselves. Does a person cherish life as much as the other? Perhaps not, but they would still hold it as an important factor in their everyday experiences.
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...Jeez, Miggy. I didn't know you could write that well. What do you folks think ?
