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Wednesday, February 24, 2010 / 1:52 PM
walking among giants I guess everyone loves to see people perform under pressure, seeing them excel under severe circumstances or under unwholesome situations. Like the Olympic figure skater who had to continue with her routine despite missing her mother, who passed away just hours before her scheduled competition at the airport due to a heart attack. Although the fight for a medal is tough, a part of her has been completed with the end of the music. Somewhere among the crowds, i am sure her mother was watching her dear little girl perform with the best of her ability, shining like star in the skating rink. We are all people on a stage. Some people perform better than others, getting more attention and more glory. Some serve as onlookers, secondary performers who garnish the stage with their existence. It's like a mime sometimes, where you don't know what you should really say. To some, the world being a stage is fun. They put on their thickest make up and most garish costumes and strut their stuff, not giving a heck to the world and their comments. Those people are silly, or you can call them courageous. Some refuse the make up, refuse the silly outfits and choose to be themselves. They step onto the stage light, with a spring in their steps and giving the brightest smile, emanating happiness and clarity. How can you avoid such a glorious performer? But even though they are the best performers, they don't get the loudest applause. Maybe they are not what the audiences want? Maybe they are not happy with the kind of performance they are giving. Heck the world. So pretentious. So tiring. I don't want to do things i don't like. I want to be comfortable around the people i love and not have to always brandish a facade. What is the point in doing a performance all the time, when i exhaust my attention and patience and inject all my efforts and i do not get the result i want? Why the hell do i have to do it your way, as if i have to seek for your approval before i can truly exhibit myself, present my talents? Why are you like that? Why can't you just like me for who i am? Why do i have to act? In any case, if i am not happy i will just seek alternatives. There has got to be more to life than just this. Why should i even bother myself over some minions? It's not as if it's going to be worth it. So in any case, i will live my life as i deem fit and you can mingle and conform to the rest of the people, trying to be cool and in, deluding yourself that you are safe and out of sight from any malicious retorts. I might not like your face, i might not think like you, i might not dress like you. But we are all unique individuals who have their unique ways of living. We shouldn't be the same. That would be utterly scary. And just because we are different doesn't mean that we should hate each other. Don't judge, just embrace. That is my latest mantra. It is not easy to be able to wholly embrace someone for who they are, but making the effort to think about it is a start in itself. The going may be tough, the process may be arduous but in anyway, i shall try to do it. I know that i might not be consistent enough, and sometimes i lapse into a state of hell, but i am going to do it. Love, peace, life. It's a fab walk among giants. |
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