there are some words that should not be said aloud, words that depict a situation where it should be understood and need not be vocalised, and words from the world of a forbidden. so if it's at the tip of the tongue, to be carelesssly rolled out, exercise the discipline to swallow it, because what does one have to lose? are the words so valuable that they must be heard?
the trick, is knowing when to distinguish when you need to be listened, and when you just want to talk.
it's easy to lose ourselves in the dramatics of a situation, and given the sex we are born with, we can blame it as part of nature.
the trick, is knowing how to act 'seh', not matter how cut up you are inside.
because everyone loves a happy man.

i think the notion of it, is quite sad. it accentuates a world of impatience, where the weary are frowned upon, and everyone has too many troubles on their own back to help others with their burden.
but something which is sad, is also realistic.
which again then makes you wonder if realism's nature is one of sadness.

i think it takes a really big person, one who has a big enough heart to bestow tolerance and patience to people, even to those who do not deserve it. ive always admired the profession, like chatline counsellors, nurses , forgive me if i have missed any another noble occupation out.

everything is ephemeral. even sadness. only memories are eternal, unless by luck/bad luck, you get amnesia. i'd like to say i'm lucky, that ive never had a memory that hurt so bad i wished that upon myself. because ive always been a believer that everything negative that happened made you the person you are. and bad memories are just that. bad memories which you can be strong enough not to be affected by it. and sad memories, are well, punctuated with the once happy smiles, which makes you strong enough to deal with it too.

i remember many things, many little points which unconsciously filter in, which leave me sad, but comforted. because it's fine. the chapter may be over, but it was one of the best written chapters, because you put such effort, such soul into writing in. and though, before it could end, the manuscript was brutally torn up, it's still ok. because you dont always need something tangible.