Saturday, December 23, 2006
♥ Saturday, December 23, 2006
the past...the Wrestling! Oh God was that fun. We mimicked those superstars and their moves in our TK Low sports hall and i ended up with a fractured wrist!
We played in our classrooms. Yeah, tables and chairs! Imagine the teachers' reactions.
While we walk down memory lane, there's quite certainly a dopamine-induced scene of friends and laughter. And rightfully so, for without them, we would actually begin asking ourselves whether we have really experienced intimacy and happiness.
Friends. The term is rich with meaning, and it seems almost debatable which side of the coin one would argue for. Is it going to be one with utmost importance to life, as that of support and encouragement, as that of company and existence, or is the subject of the matter going to be approached with amassed hostility and belligerence with the notion 'man is after all, an island'?
Its Christmas, and my Christmas has been different every particular year. This Christmas, is definitely more unique- i get to evaluate and reminisce.
So revisit i shall.
This can be seen as either somehting sad or joyous, but either way, it is strange-the most beautiful in us, can only be revealed in us by another person. Thats established.
So, it being a lover, a friend, Jesus, whoever..its a PERSON that brings out the most true in us. Whats most true? According to Jean Varnier, that we all suffer the pains of isolation that we all long for some form of solidarity and communion. That we all are in need of love and that painful void have caused much havoc to both us and our surroundings.
A friend, thus walks along, and leaves his trail. His footprints that in a certain part of our cerebellum, moulds our very being and in perhaps later years, forms a profound part of our attitudes and ideals. A certain figure of inspiration, a person of conviction, a person of ambition or principles for example, are all persons we aspire towards and are our signs of hope. These people leave profound impacts on us.
But this is what they dont tell you in those books: they walk off. What used to be a confidante, suddenly becomes unquestionably a person who is acknowledged by a hi and bye. Now, the really hilarious thing is, that you know that you all shared a common and possibly even wonderful past. And so do they, he or she. And he knows you know. And you know he knows. Oh my goodness....you know he knows that you know. And he knows that you know that he know. Thats the definiton of awkward. Awkward to the point of paralysis, and what happens during paralysis is that your muscles stiffen so uncontrollably that the lips can only churn out a hi and a bye.
And then here's Christmas for all you touchy feely, sentimental suckers for romance.
We meet again. Time has gone by and we havent covered much ground. We no longer no whether our memories match nor whether even our personalities are that agreeable anymore. But there's a certain wonder to this day because we meet up even when we have our doubts, even when we suffered a certain paralysis once seeing each other along orchard road.
Then we chat, we exchange, we share, we begin covering ground. 'How have you been' one goes, ' i have gone to', 'oh have you seen the..','i have been so busy lately with my..' And then the brilliance begins. What brilliance? The brilliance of understanding, like a light, grows brighter and our images of each other become more lucid and we realise one fundamental and essential truth!! That person we are talking to, is that very person we were so close to some time before. That beneath the uncovered ground, the new wavelengths, the different haircuts and the changing girlfriends, there is still that one unchanging him or her.
Perhaps when God created man, the journey man had to actually take was one of friendship. Or for those non believers, the evolutionary progress of the cognitive was in such a way that dialogue, or social interaction between men and men would continue deepening and developing. Perhaps the onslaught of cynicism and individuality, contrary to popular belief, has really dampened...
To Mel..YOU inspired this post.
