Just a thought

When I was a kid, I never realized that I had so much in my life that others did not have. Sure, I may have come from a middle if not lower-middle income family. But even then, life was luxurious enough.

Some people live their entire life never truly understanding what it’s like to be truly disenfranchised and dis-empowered by true poverty, which ultimately make them kids for their entire life.

We sometimes spend so much time looking up in envy at people who have so much more than us in richness and purchased happiness, that we forget that 99% of the world is looking up in envy at even the poorest of us too.


The Reality of It

Nobody starts off a non-believer.

We all begin our years full of genuine faith in love. In romance. In this idea that relationships are not built upon needs, wants, lust and transactions.



The years washed that faith away.
I’ve seen too much infidelity amongst even the ones who claimed themselves the most righteous, and the most loving. I’ve watched too much destruction, and oppression by the controlling and cheating partners. I’ve witnessed too much emotional and psychological violence silencing the one with the more passive voice.


Love is self-loving.

Romance is self-serving.

Relationships are self-serving.


So when you ask me why I am still single today.

The way I see it.
Love is just simply an emotional investment, and I do not see how the risks justify its returns.

And that’s how I find self-comfort knowing that I am the player sitting by the sidelines.

I am not the true enemy here. The brokers and the dealers of love are.





MY life’s a march. It has always been, and will always be.

The question thus lies, is the stride forward?

On the spot?

Or even backwards?

Or is it instead a quiet protest marching down the streets of life?

As I look back upon my life for the last few years as the examinations come to a close in my first semester as a second year undergraduate. I suddenly realize how ridiculously little I’ve moved in life. I’m still infatuated with the same girl I fell for when I first entered school. I’m still crazy obsessing over the optimal grade with little regards about my other enjoyments in life. I’m still equally fixated upon this most ideal career i want upon graduation. I still indulge in the very same intoxications I have come to hate.

That’s just nothing more to excite and exhilarate me in life.

I shall just continue to entertain, and smile vicariously through others around me.

And this is irony, laced with a little sadness.