Death, is only the beginning...

Saturday, September 26, 2009

I was so tired, my muscles all are screaming in pain.
After training it felt kinda good. But the sad part is my knee is still not 100% yet. *sulk*

I was getting all comfy in my bathroom, I sat in the bath tub to ease my feet a bit and letting the warm water from the shower tap relax my tense muscle from all the previous aches I obtained yesterday from painting. (One day I will have a bubble bath in that bathtub, so far I never soak in it yet. I only sat in it that all)

While being so relax suddenly it hit me again. This is what hit me:

Isn’t it funny how people say they will carve their own future?
Others will say they will pave their own path, then what they want to use is fine. For me I want it to be different, maybe I say I want to pave my path using gold and have myself walking in a monotone colour which may seems nice to you but to me it is boring. I want my path to be something colorful not having rainbow colors splashing everywhere. Maybe something like this, when I started out I would use red path and follow what I believe till the end and when I think that is the end of my red path, I will start out with another color maybe yellow next. And this will go on and on.

Then my mind sways away back to something I discuss with my cognitive teacher before, trying to answer my previous random thought.

Is it wrong to have something different from others?
Who in this world has the right to say this is right and that is wrong?
Or vice versa, I don’t think anyone could. To me certain thing could be right and to other it is wrong. It is all the upbringing or societies we are brought up in, that change all our thoughts, belief and norms.
and then if no one in this world has the right to say what is right and what is wrong, then how is it possible for anyone to judge others. What rights has been given to anyone to judge then?

Suddenly in me I started to think of how I would look at a person as a question I pose to myself. First that came to my mind is to look for the persons inner beauty but if I were to overwhelm by that Inner beauty and all the good points of that person, I would be so clouded to see the bad points and not so beauty of the person. Thus now tell me how should we look at others, this is like a coin; it has two sides to it. And honestly people are the worst of all, let me correct that, humans are the worst of all. They created this and that and that and that. Plus they have more than 2 sides unlike the coin.

When people started asking fundamental questions, no direct answers could be found anywhere. Thus everyone will turned to beliefs, religious and culture. Now let’s think properly in this (I am not saying against religious or anything, no offences I am a believer in one religion too) if you cant find an answer, you tend to turn to others who could provide you a fulfilling answer.

Now, let me ask you one question. What do you presume will happen to you after your dead? Is there life after death? I seriously don’t have the answers, I can’t give you my answers I am not going to give you answers I know from prior knowledge (religious, folktales, etc).
if we were to set that aside, empty our prior knowledge, would it be that we just die and a magical *poof* we are gone, nothing else is left.

From what I written so far, did you notice one thing. Everything is said and being done by humans. There are so many things we follow without questioning what is being fed to us, as we are all willing to accept what is given than to twitch our brains to even think through what was being told for once.

Just like in the morning I ask my mom a question.
“Mom, why do you know it is the ice cream man when he rings the bell?”
my mom’s replied “naturally as long you hear the bell ringing it is the ice cream man in the kampung.”
me: “ then how does the nut seller sells his assorted nuts? “
mom : “he shout ‘kacang puteh’ “
me: *speechless* “but how in the first place anyone know that an ice-cream man ring his bells to just sell ice cream. Who started this? And why can’t it be something else?”

Why can’t be a drink stall vendor be the one selling drink ringing a bell? Not only the ice-cream man get special treatment where every generation down the road will know that familiar sounding bell is from the ice-cream man. Seriously, it is kind of weird to acknowledge something which I don’t even know how did it started. My mom thought that it was a way to attract customers but honestly do you think I agree with it fully.

*chuckle* yes I thought through all those in my relax shower. Except the icecream man case which was what I heard this morning the loud, chimes coming from downstairs.

Ps: finally something not about my own daily lifestyle hahah.. V --- -> I got a tagboard there do leave messages

Major duivel

-MajorDuivel faced death at 1:36 AM