The Best Stranger


Strangers... Exactly who are they? Random people we don't know that comes and goes around us. To them, we are strangers as well. We walk into so many people day in and day out, but what we didn't walk into, are their lives. Most of the people we see, we see by the surface; look, smile, walk away. Ok, maybe a little bit of speaking... but that's all. We only go into details with the people we are close to and in these days, the psychologists, counsellors and therapists?


The trends has changed. The fashion is today. People? They change, they live in today's world. Nowadays, many people's best friend are bought. The mental health practitioners, the drugs, the bars, the tv, the internet... It goes on. That doesn't make everyone's though, 'cause there are still people who befriend other people and have bffs - that's best friends forever(s) that are genuinely not generated from cash. Those are becoming extinct.


There can be trends, fashion, hypes and all of that momentary 'excitement' but there are some that would go into the 'evergreen' lane. The 'evergreen' that's in my mind right now, its not that 'green' after all. One of the many 'hit' quotes are the ones that say 'you know yourself best', I think that's a fashion that has been falling out a lot in this trendy world. It has always been there but I cannot verify if its popularity is getting bigger or otherwise.


What I know is that people seem to think that they know what they are doing but most of the time they are all tail chasing. Hoping to grab what they see and running for it in circles... in the end its not even what they wanted because to begin with, they are wearing a suit that's not made for them. Today I am one of them. I chase my own tail hoping to get a view of what is inside and I keep losing out. There are so many other me(s) outside of this physique that knows me better than the me. Looking inside and trying to find me is a lot of work and complication. I got blocked by some cold butter from breakfast, knocked down by some adrenaline from running after the bus and in the end of the day when my system calls for a shut, me sits at the corner where me started and still wonder.


The best stranger? Me.

It's All in That Fist of Mine!


For the past months... Things got harder, issues got bigger, emotions went harsher... In all of that, I came down with myself and started a domestic inquiry on myself.

Questions:

1. What do you have?
2. Who are you?
3. Who do you want to be?

Those three, really short stuff but it occupies your mind for the longest time ever. I could answer them all but really, could I answer them?


I wouldn't say I did, but I have a draft of it not an answer sheet of it. There are more editing, spellchecks, grammar checks and what-so-ever checks that's needed to be done.


So many twigs come out from those roots... I don't even know for sure where these twigs are leading me to, which direction is it growing towards, and whether it will flower in the end... I just know that there are three branches and a trunk that will hold me up through the process... As for whether it'll flower or not, I know for sure that it will be there somewhere, big or small, tall or short, it will be there...


The three answer that wouldn't change are;
1. All I have is my heart which is the size of my fist.
2. Who I am is what my heart is.
3. I want to be what my heart desires me to be.

I'm not so big after all, for all I really have is only one thing, my heart which is just a fistful. After all, I'm only human.

If I only have a fistful, I should take really good care of it, protect it and treasure it.

Just to add a gist of cheese to it;

"If I am willing to give you my heart, do you know how much that means?"

xoxo,
me

Gravity


Phew! I'm not floating in space. That's gravity, it keeps you grounded. Well, the good side of it at least.

Grounded? I am, physically. Mentally? Pretty much, just ignore the wilder-insane corner of my mind. Other than that, I'd say that I am more grounded than most of them.

Gravity is good for nature... Won't want flying cows and horses do we? Not for me. Just that too much of it can be disastrous. I guess when you are favoured by gravity, it isn't much of a favour. Too much gravity vacuums you to the ground having that quicksand-ish plot. The difference is; quicksand as its name suggests, acts quickly and barely allow you to fight, it swallows you like a hungry Python. Gravity is more playful, it pulls you down but not without some game of tug-of-war; the more you pull away, the more it pulls you. It gives you some fighting and chances? Whatever the result is you're still going to lose. The measurement here lies in the degree of your loss. How far will you be pulled?

Gravity, gravity... So much effort is needed for detachment but it is not made possible unless we go out of Earth, to space, a place where gravity is non-existent. As long as we are on Earth, we are all Gravity's little plaything.

Gravity... keeps you grounded...