The Things to Blog About

Earlier today, I was thinking about how two of my closest friends are awfully skilled at blogging. They have such wonderful abilities to make me feel precisely what they feel, despite not having lived through those exact moments. I had an envious moment with myself then, and resounded, "oh, how I wish I was passionate enough about something to articulate my feelings so well," in my mind. It's no surprise to me, though. The three of us, as a part of Humans of GMIS, the community project we started, interviewed a teacher we kinda-sorta revere. As I condensed half an hour's worth of conversation into a paragraph, I found that these lines really stuck with me:

*said close friends Paxia and Rasagnya

"If I’d have lived my life once again, I’d stop worrying about the future, and I’d live more in the present. You see, work is only a means to earning a living, but the passions that don’t translate into money are the things that you value in your life. My passion has always been writing, and I struggle very hard to revive the time for it. There are only twenty four hours in a day - you’re not going to have more than that. So, wisdom lies in devoting some part in those twenty four hours everyday to something that you’re really passionate about."

 All of a sudden, I felt a certain pressure to document my life as of now. People keep telling me how this is going to be the highlight of my life, but in all honesty I didn't think I had anything significant enough to remember. Until now.

Side note: we graduated high school!

Latching on to the inspiration I drew from Hannah Hart's video just a few minutes ago, I had an impromptu series of reflections. Self awareness and intra-personal intelligence is something I really pride myself on, but I - just like any other Sheila - am not perfect. I gradually realised how the words of encouragement and pieces of sage advice I give others are reminders to myself. It takes heaps of patience, love, faith, and positive energy to conquer the negativity and doubt and fear that noodles up inside of you. Thus, instead of suppressing my inherent vanity by overcompensating with so much humility to the point wherein I think my actual achievements are unreal, and soaking myself in these shortcomings alone, I would like to grow together.

As I scrolled through my Instagram feed, I got quite mad at natural selection working its way into our daily activities. What sort of emotions are biologically ingrained in me that I innately turn someone else's happiness into an almost-need to watch them suffer? Why is no one else allowed to be happy but me? Why do I have such a sadistic attitude? Do people feel the same way about my happiness?

This is what I'm talking about, and while we're on the subject, I should share some thoughts from mom while we were having a chat over masala chai. We talked about the different dynamics between our generations; she said hers was tight in the sense that they didn't have money nor freedom, that they listened to both their parents and their children. She raved about the opportunities our generation have, and how theirs never dreamt of leaving their countries for jobs or a foreign education. Heck, women weren't even allowed to work. Granted, we do have a lot of opportunities, but at that moment I began to rue the distinct happiness that is forgone; the carefree sense of living specially reserved for one's Salad Days. I felt such contempt towards what was in lieu of this sense of living today: the premature air of heavy stress (as I'm not sure if I'm at the liberty to use the word anxiety).

I can jabber on about the loss of my time, about the overpopulation, and the self depreciation, but with this blog post I am determined to be a source of positivity. I do hope to form more codependent relationships that are just as unique as the people I share them with. To the best of my ability, I intend on making them feel as 'them' as they will ever be.

As Mr Ashish says,

In spite of all the chaos and the violence, there is still hope for all of us. 

PS - I've set a long term goal to consistently journal in hopes of making a book of it one day.

the human being a balance of apprehension and self-help

we take a look at the human body; divine in nature and defining god in all means; since we no longer have a need to argue upon whether or not one's art defines him. we have all these perfectly interlocking body organs like the brain and the nerves and muscles and skin and blood and our lungs and how we breathe and how our bodies automatically crave the products involuntarily and biologically.

aside from the organs working in an assembled unison, we accentuate on the organs we hold less of an importance of; be it our tonsils or appendices or even our sexual organs. i would like to emphasise the intensity of using sexual organs as a term itself.

it is not uncommon to be fearful or shameful about the 'parts' we all posses, for what reason, however? who taught us to hide half the fate of the continuum of our very own species away?

say we bring up beliefs and mythology. in an aspect, we could say that our ultimate goal in all our reincarnations is to pick up a little something from each life, apply it to the next, and go on to the point of being inert - want free. on the other hand, we can all agree that each religion has messengers, or those who are free enough from their worldly problems to block out the noise and stay in touch with god.

how many of you are skeptics? let me just say that i too question each and every thing before it occurs to be in the clearest way possible. i began reasoning with how these people know that they are calm enough to be able to rid themselves of what is human nature - problems. problems are a part of learning - and how will the people of god link us to him and help us, when they can't even help themselves? does god help them directly, or can they not hear him due to the persistent voice of the pessimistic part of the mind?

this is where i come to. apprehension and pessimism. we all have it; even the optimists who like to shove how good their lives are in our faces, and our lives need not even be in a plummeting shape to feel such affliction. over the years, i've noticed that it is not only me who feels an extensive awkwardness that is a sort of sensation that there is a conspiracy flying against you whenever the degree of satisfaction in your life is very much above average for a long period of time. let me cut that down, how many of you have ever felt that something bad is going to happen because life's just so damn good?

i do. everyone does, or at least the majority of people. the purpose of my statement is that our realist minds move close to pessimism, but we as humans are designed to clear that. remember when i talked about the divine design of the human body? yes, how is it that not many have realised that there is an organ we speak of in hushed tones that is created purely for pleasure. and of course, making babies, but that's a whole other topic.

in this way we see that we, as humans, can deplete our own tensions (if you know what i mean) because pleasure was hand-delivered to us by our creator.

now, why would the 'people of god' or inerts keep this hushed? why do they reprimand a god-given gift to us by saying it is a sin? are they defying god? how dare they? why would they keep the secret to being inert (or balancing out the human nature to encounter problems by using biological pleasure) to themselves when they are supposed to be of help? how do they know they are qualified to do this?

so, is sex really a sin?