The Quietest are the Loudest

Today is less of a blog post but more of a thought (Oh wait, isn’t that what I’ve been doing so far?).

Well, I just want to say that sometimes, you experience the unexpected from certain people i.e. never in your life do you think that some people will act a certain way but after mingling with them a while, you begin to see their true colours.

There really isn’t any substance to this post I must confess but just a thought that I had.

Because it is very true.

The fiercest of people can be the nicest, the quietest of people can be the loudest, the shyest of people can be the boldest.

Who knows until we mingled with them long enough.

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We are all humans with limited capabilities.

All of us are just humans with limited capabilities. We are not perfect nor will we ever be perfect.

But then, how do we grow to reach that limited potential that we actually have?

Through listening to the advice of the generations before, by making right the things that they’ve made wrong, to not repeat their mistakes ever again.

I believe that each new generation builds up from the generations before them and each new generation leverage those lessons that have been compiled for them.

So, I guess, the lesson for me today is to listen to the advice of seniors and people that have gone through the journey, to not be full of myself, to remain humble even if I just so happen to be more knowledgeable (rarely happens but you get the point).

Restart

 

Restart over.

You know, most of the time, I hope that the blog post I write is a one time wonder, meaning, to just write once and get it over and done with.

However, sometimes it isn’t, like this one.

It took me several starting sentences which I then proceeded to delete them. Why? Because I just couldn’t continue on that train of thought. I mean, I had the idea of what to write but no real concrete structure to what I wanted to write.

The easy days are those that allowed me to vomit out a post that is beautifully structured, precise and clean.

But today wasn’t one of those days.

Anyway, what I just wanted to say is that I had a hard time thinking of what to write. Inspiration hasn’t struck me yet. Or should I strike inspiration? (Hmm…)

I guess, sometimes, we just have to restart over and over again. To begin from scratch and maybe, we can get a better result than before.

Oh well.

A quick update: I watched Hacksaw Ridge yesterday and even though I am right to suspect overdramatization and the like, the acts of Desmond Doss is nothing short of heroic and pure bravery.

 

 

 

I write…

Oh my. I want to write so bad, I could feel my mind ticking for every moment that passes.

My fingers itched to slam down my thoughts onto that keyboard, to hear the beautiful clicking and tapping of the keys.

I couldn’t wait to share with the world, my ideas, my inspiration and my eureka moments. I. just. could. not. wait.

Therefore, as if I have an idea that could change the current paradigm of the world, I began to type.

But who am I kidding?

I ain’t Charles Darwin with years of knowledge, scientific research and adventures to back up his theory.

I ain’t Plato with philosophical ideas and stories that could wreck havoc in the minds of 20-year-olds today.

I ain’t George R.R. Martin with a creative mind that can build worlds that beautify the minds of readers.

I’m just a blogger, a passionate wannabe writer, a creative-in-progress.

Why would anyone want to listen to my ideas, my thoughts, my perspective for I have no credentials nor a reputable reputation?

I guess, I just love the feeling of typing, of sharing, of clearing my mind of the daily baggage of ideas and creativity. It does not matter if no one reads it. It truly doesn’t matter.

I write because ultimately, it is for the past me, the current me and the future me.

Maybe one day I’ll be good enough move up a level, to step out of the blogosphere and into real writing. Maybe.

February 15, 2017

Let me be honest.

There’s something that I seek but I know that deep down I am not ready for it.

It is to the point where I fear it. Appalled at the idea of it.

But I know that one day it will happen and when it does, I won’t be ready.

 

For,

The heart flutters like the soft wings of a butterfly,

And a cheeky smile arise.

An emotion that cannot be understood,

An emotion that shouldn’t take root.

But the rational mind runs to hide,

Which lets the heart to be the guide.

 

A reality that is truly scary.

 

 

Improving the Self

What is life without the drive to continuously improve yourself?

I’ve always been afraid of one thing, being stagnant. Last week was a good example of that fear in real life. It was in class when half-way through the lesson, I realised that I did not know anything about the topic and what the lecturer was talking about. That was when I panicked and became frustrated with my inability to understand and prepare beforehand. It was not really because I couldn’t understand the topic but instead, the underlying fear of stagnation, of wasting time in the lecture when I could’ve done something productive.

That fear has always been with me, sometimes, even paralysing my ability to rest properly and let go of work.

Though I may sound like a workaholic, I’m not. I just like to do things that are productive and continue to make whatever I do a +1.

Well, like many of my other blog posts, there really isn’t any conclusion to this story, just an entry that I would like to share with all of you.

Maybe, if there’s a lesson to learn from here, it shall be this. To always improve yourself but have time to rest, for with rest, you’ll come back stronger.

Emotions are Messy

Emotions are messy,

They are not as straightforward,

clear,

or precise,

as rationality.

Emotions fluctuate,

never in the same state,

always moving about,

up and down and around.

Emotions are unreliable,

doing things that aren’t subtle,

making you feel things that you know you shouldn’t,

making you do things that you know you couldn’t.

And emotions can betray you,

leaking out your deepest secrets,

when you’re at your weakest,

But knowing best,

that it is a test,

will put your mind at rest,

and may Allah grant you success.