Yuusenken

In retrospect, perhaps the ideology that is postmodernism is not entirely false. (Although, the onion bit is enough to send me laughing to the nearest asylum...)

They claim there is no Truth. That's simply because they haven't found it yet. Or, even if they had, I doubt they had paid enough attention to see that Truth is staring right back at them.

But the fact about relativism bothers me a bit.

The problem with relativism is that it is quite true. We're all different. Just because two people are blood-siblings it doesn't guarantee that they can see eye to eye. What's important thing to someone may not be as important to the next person.

Your priority list and mine may not even resemble each other in the most remote sense possible.

Usually, we base our priority list according to our desires. That is, to fulfil what the heart calls out for easily makes the top 10 in the list.

Then, one may ask, what is the problem?

Nothing new, that's for sure. We have this faculty of desire that is always thirsty for more, although it knows that what it wants is not going to keep my attention for long. The 'high' acquired after the said 'thirst' is 'quenched' is usually short-lived, since the said faculty is now hunting for something new.

Progress (that is, as time goes by...) brings more things for us to hunger for. Take technology for instance; All those gadgets. Laptops, PDAs, mobile phones, and the list is endless. The past introduced us to cordless phones - which were sizable! - and the present shoves all the latest designs and new, additional capabilities, all compacted in one.

But these things don't really last for long. Once consumed by Time, the battery's performance would start to deteriorate. Scratches here and there start to appear for no apparent reason. And then you find yourself wishing for more, and a newer replacement.

And thus, the line bordering need and desire blurs.

Current Music: She Is - Clazziquai

Shortage

I am appalled with the degree of my ignorance and stupidity.

It is perfectly understandable that the time factor is lacking - in addition to my own limited memory and perhaps, initiative - so one can hardly learn everything that the heart desires.

Some things take ages to understand, and aeons to master; especially it involves a truckload of memorisation and an ocean-depth understanding. And if it is necessary to learn an entirely new jargon, that doesn't make sense at all if one were to use it in one's daily conversation.

So I've to consult one who's erudite in the matter. It's relieving, to a certain point, to hear my own unconscious self admitting to my weaknesses!

Current Music: Shizuku - Okuda Miwako

Grief

Decidedly, regret is one of the worst feelings ever.

To feel remorse for what happened in the past (the keyword here is past), with the knowledge that what had been done could never be reversed (Father Time just doesn't work that way, unfortunately). Worse, if one was in fact capable of avoiding the said occurence from happening at that time.

In other words, it was an opportunity wasted, and as a result, something else gets wasted as well as a byproduct.

Aye, the wheels of fate turn, as they should.

We rarely seek consultation from our intellect, especially when the ever sinister greed that resides within is in reign, taking control.

Perhaps it's because there's an inherent voice - somewhere within, and I suspect that its address is not very far from that of Greed's - that keeps its incessant whisper that implies Hope. Even if the hope is no more than a glimmer from the glass disguised as a gem.

To sum everything up, I am a blundering imbecile who never ceases to astound herself with her remarkable inability to learn from her past mistakes.

Touché.

Current Music: Dakishimeru - BoA