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18 February, 2008
The Board And The Wheels
Life's a skateboard ride. There's the switch in which you toggle between your responsibilities and your dream. For me, it's family and music, for now. Heh. And then there's the 50-50 in which you make crucial decisions. Erm.. Like choose: cheese fries or zinger? And then there's the manual; the guide which is always there to give you directions, but the one which you always choose not to follow. And then there's the grinds, also known as your daily grinds. Doing stuff that you hate, without being given a choice; the same stuff that you'll finally discover at the end was fruitful all this while.
And lastly and no doubt the most important thing, there's the ollie; the ultimate survival basic trick of all, yet the toughest to learn. Without it, you're nothing. Zero. It's like you can skate on the streets like riding the Pacific waves of Honolulu for all you want, but you're dipshit when you can't even do a simple jumping-over-an-obstacle. In my case, my ollie is my thoughts. Heh. Seriously. Like the ollie, it takes a lot of time and experience to be able to conquer them, to be able to think right. I admit, I used to be rash. I used to do things without at least thinking about the aftermath and in the end, I was always full of regrets. But shit, it's something to be analyzed and so I won't repeat the mistake again. As human, mistakes are inevitable, right? And hence there's the correction part for it. Admitting one's mistakes is never easy. Accepting it and correcting it is even harder. The mind is up there in our heads near our other important senses of sight, smell, hearing and taste and not down there in our butts where there's nothing but shit inside, for a reason; so that we'll use it wisely. Okay. I'm sidetracking to biology. So... In short, thinking for me is like my roots for a tree. You can be the most obedient theory-based person on earth who listens and applies everything that they tell you to do, but without using your head to think why things are the way they are, you're no better than a robot. And robots have no life. And I take back my words when I once said that I wish I was a fucking robot. 'Cuz robots don't think.
Oh. And yeah. Like a skateboard ride, in life, you're always bound to fall. You'll be bruised and sometimes even blood will be shed. And it's all up to you to rise back up again, wipe that blood off your open wound and try that trick again. Cheerios.
reminisced;
- 12:50 PM
