Ramblings on Acceptance…
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
There are some things that we can never be able to explain, whether it is the things that happen to you on the day, the things that happen to others or the things that you WISH that would happen. Who decides it? Do we determine what’s going to happen by planning things so in detailed we seem so obsessed with it? Or do we just let things flow as they should? Let it flow by at its own speed and just excepting whatever that may happen along the way? That is what I think that has happened to me. I gave up on trying thinking what’s going to happen to me in the future. What will I become?
Acceptance is a strange thing. Everything seems a lot more casual and less stressed. Feeling so blank at times it’s just a peculiar feeling. "Whatever happens happens." Whether it is good or bad, dangerous or safe, I don’t particularly care nowadays. Ever since I took on the concept of Carpé Diem a couple of years ago, everything seems a lot less complex.
Maybe it’s just because I’m so used to living life by the day and not worrying about what’s going to happen in the future. Not many people I know could particularly follow this style. The so few I know are mostly ‘free-thinkers’. A group that some people would think as heretics. Just because they don’t actually follow any religion or way of life. To me, they’re just living their life one day at a time, following their hearts to what is Right or Wrong and always remembering that there is always a Gray area in between the Black and the White.
I’m not sure if anybody would understand me. But I think there are a few people out there that are just like me. Meeting them is just like a rare uncut diamond, few to be seen and fewer that can afford. I started out to write about something else but now I’ve forgotten but I know it must be so depressing I automatically forgot about it! Or something else just got my attention. Who knows? I’m beginning to babble so…
Nuf’ Said. Laterz.
‘Carpe Diem Guam Minimum Credula Postero’ Pluck The Day, Never Trust The Next, "Odes" (I.11.8) Horace
