the stupidity and necessity of assumptions
Friday, June 18, 2010
♥ Friday, June 18, 2010
I often have about only ten minutes to grab your attention in what i write. After that, I will receive a euphemism for it being boring. Something like what my brother usually says, "its ok". He has a point. Ask me to read someone's verbose dreams of life, I'd probably end up dreaming. Yes, i can be honest about that. In fact, that is exactly my first point. Fool everyone else- it is a dog-eat-dog world out there- except the person in the mirror.
And to be honest, I have a problem with assumptions. It is by no coincidence that this word begins with an "ass". It makes you arrogant and stupid. Arrogant because it is as though you are above life, and life just has no more surprises in store for you. Worse still, you might assume so much, that you worry. Now, lets dispel the illusion once and for all- worrying is no solution to any problem. Rather, it compounds the problem from the head to the heart. From white hair to what they call atherosclerosis- hardening of the blood vessels- why do that to yourself? You will age naturally and inevitably. There is no need to rush it.
Stupid precisely because life does in fact has such surprises. The years leading up to the past 4 months have told me that life is just a little too unpredictable to have one make the grossly unforgiveable mistake of assuming that there could not be anything more in store for me. You would be stupid not to learn from that mistake. And learn, by assuming more.
We should assume more. Assume that what you dream, you will attain. Assume that life's burdens are not beyond what you can shoulder. Assume that love is real. Assume that you are good and beautiful. Because these assumptions are self-fulfilling prophecies. It is in assuming that we will attain what we dream that we find motivation to achieve. Burdens are borne on the backs of those who assume that life is merciful. Love is made real, when we work on the assumption that it is. So assume more.
In 10 minutes, I might have shared with you about a tiny area of your life. If i havent, then i am glad that in 10 minutes, i at least would have shared with you a tiny area of mine. And this is one of my assumptions: that happily ever after isnt so much a when than a who. So, to the duet of Bryan Adams and Barbra Streisand will she walk in, about 3 years from now- it might be in a different country, with classier chandeliers, larger ang paos- who knows. But it will be the same handshakes offered and the same congratulatory looks given i saw yesterday. That, i happily assume.
