Why do we expect praise when we do well,
when they’re more likely to point fingers when we mess up?
Why do we expect whatever we plan to go smoothly,
when the unexpected is more likely to creep up?
Why do we expect acceptance and understanding from others,
when we have yet to accept and understand our very own selves?
With high expectations, comes proportionately deep disappointments.
As long as I can sit and watch the sunset with a clear conscience…
And not expect too much from this world.
Sometimes the things closest to us
Are the things hardest to understand.
Sometimes the things we want the most,
Might be what is hardest to get.
Sometimes the things we try so hard to find,
Could be deep inside us, and we never realise.
Sometimes things we seek, come in different forms,
And we spend our whole lives trying to figure these things out.
A few incidents involving rude people and people with poor attitudes, specifically those of the younger generation, left me leaving work today feeling really disappointed and downcast.
And the whole “what am I doing this for” cycle starts again.
If we indeed have free will, then why are so many circumstances not within our control?
If time is really ours, then why are we constantly rushing against it, in a bid to outwit that which we cannot grasp?
If this life was really meant for the ultimate goal (open to personal interpretations of respective readers),
Then why are we spending so much time, doing so much that takes us further and further from it?
“Some people stay away from the World, but can never stay Free.
There are some who stay in the World, and yet are free.”
It’s always heartening to see local art and design being promoted, even if it is only among the like-minded, for now.
Along Life's Path 