curiosities of nature.

something about me was already evident even before all the shaping factors came into play. it's me, just me. it's in my intrinsic nature and i can't explain it. so don't blame me for being me, accept me as i am, or reject me for what i am. don't expect me to pander to the whims of the world.

maybe ageing is not to blame for the fatigue we feel, rather it's the increasing burden of responsibilities that are set down upon our shoulders, the image we are expected to maintain, the facade that we put up for the world to see. yet, through it all, isn't it that fulfillment and achievement that acts as salve to sooth the aching shoulders? sometimes, i end up questioning myself, what journey really makes the aching feet worth the arduous road? what is the point of complaining if you were the one that set your mind on completing the journey?

nature is such a curious thing, it's funny yet scary how every one of us are different and yet so alike. opposites attract while likes repel but yet birds of a feather flock together (some say great minds think alike while others retort fools seldom differ). it irks me when people step on my heel and accidentally pull off my footwear on a crowded street or mrt, but i force a smile and shake my head and hurry along like it's no biggie. i avoid the awkwardness because i know it's an accident, but it doesn't ease the feeling of urgh. life is like that. we avoid conflict because we dread awkwardness, but the feeling of discontent overpowers us such that we often need a rant. perhaps it's time to change the outlook, to train the mind to stop feeling urgh about those (morons) who step on my heel and just learn to take strides and steps that prevent them from even stepping onto my feet.

yes, this is the self-rationalizing me.
because i'm tired of bouncing such thoughts off walls.