Word Stack or A Pile of Thoughts

Reality suspends itself, at the apex of its trajectory, where things are neither real nor imagined.  It is a moment which does not exist, yet cannot be denied.  It can only be in such a state for a blink in time, before resuming its normal path of wavering between the temporal and spiritual.

We know that such a state exists, at the border of our dreams.  In the deep moment, before we descend into the imagery of flying dolphins and cloud-cars, we still hear the dripping of the faucet, and the cats meowling outside in the alley. Sometimes, in that delicate moment, a tear can appear.  And that’s when strange things, wierd things, sometimes wonderful, sometimes frightful, but always magical things start happening.

It’s a funny feeling when you open up the Friendster and glance at all the faces in your friends listing.  All of these people are people who know you or you know, who have all somehow connected with you and shared at least more then a few minutes together with you.  Everyone has a smile, or a look, each trying to be their own person.

And in that individuality, there arises a rather incredible picture: a mosaic of people’s lives.

It’s also really cool when you realize that you are a common denominator among all these people.  Somehow, you are in the center of a web, yet it is a web without a center.  Everyone is the center of the web everyone else makes up. 

I don’t usually write personal shit, or use my blogs as an outpouring of self-absorbed rants.  But tonight i feel like writing down a few things that i think may matter to my friends, or to people who know me.

Feels like the rain is coming down harder these days.  When it isn’t, the sun is shining with greater intensity.  Traffic has been the same as it was since six years ago.  Singers still sing about love and life, tragedy and angst. 

It’s no longer about how the world revolves around the observer, but how the observer revolves with the world.  Sometimes, we keep time with the frenetic pace of life by skipping our feet and dancing to laughing rhythm.  Other times, the only way is up, with plodding steps and the weight of care on our shoulders.

I have learned that relationships must be seen as fluid and changeable.  Human beings do not operate as predictable creatures.  They do not fit molds.  They are infinitely complex.  It doesn’t do to expect people to act as you want them to act, for you will only end up frustrated.  Let people be who they decide themselves to be.  Love them for that.

I have learned not to get caught up in my own life.  I can look through the windows of every car stuck in traffic on EDSA, and realize that behind each pair of eyes is a story as rich and full as my own.  Every story is different, yet none less real then the next.  For myself, it would be a great act of arrogance to consider my life to be singularly more real then anyone else’s.   That kind of self-absorption has also led to a long line of melodramatics.  Why not just live life every day?   Why live in the present for the future?  The future will always be one step ahead, but the present will always become one step behind. 

I want to enjoy the view every step of the way.