The Search fo A Big Heart

A friend told me that nobody liked difference. It was quite interesting to hear, moreover when he noted that some time in the past, he disliked me. The reason was because I was “unique”, which was just a permissive and less brutal way of saying “weird”. The reason was because I had a different perspective of intermingling with people. And he made it pretty clearly, he “disliked” me, not “dislike”.

At first I thought it was ridiculous, a guy that was so humorous and has been a friend of mine for quite some time said that. Proper hit to the face, I have to admit, but not a severe one. When I reluctantly “swallowed” my guts and started to think while he kept explaining, I got into more and more understanding. Then I laughed, deep inside my heart, knowing that the thing that I did recently just saved a friendship. I looked at him seriously, but kept an understanding face.

So I took it all, and thought all was well. Through the rest of the day I began to think. It was pleasant to hear that he then realized that it was unfair to dislike me just because a petty difference (well, to me, it is petty). But the rest of the explanations were hard to swallow. I began to think about tolerance, and the difference itself.

I’ve been quite strange and unpredictable as a man, and put my friends into nowhere but confusion. I remembered my dear friend once said that my actions had made her felt uncomfortable “sometimes”. Well, I believe it’s more frequent. Ah, I’ve been a troublesome guy, haven’t I? I started to remember my dear friend saying that I was complicated. I surely have been troublesome..

Why should we dispute over differences? Why do we sneer at each other for any misunderstandings caused by difference? If men and women aren’t different, what beauty can we create? Oh, how I long for a sense of tolerance, a sense of belonging, free of any malice against differences. If people fight over differences, if people cannot accept differences, how can cities stand? How can nations rise? For it is the will to set aside all differences for one goal that is counts; the will to stand and sit together without troubling at the different ways of doing it that marks a big heart; the will to listen five minutes longer without making annoying face that makes friends.

I would like to believe, that we all can do it. It is easy to work with people with many similarities, but it will be fun if we can work with people who are different with us.

Tomorrow Girl

Does your shadow run away from you?
It moves, it slithers, you can see
Does the sun set earlier for you?
It’s daybreak, and ships are still at sea
Are they coming back, when the day is new?
Or to the south, they shall flee?

Eyes that have seen tomorrow, come back
And from today, run and always run
Tired you must be, and I can’t help but weep
But those eyes have seen tomorrow,
The morrow that none ever knows
Tell me, will it be rainy the next day?

Then I will hang a new curtain, painted black
So you will not see it, sou you won’t mourn
Look, now all that are here, you can keep
You have everything, with no sorrow
Pleasant breath, let your lips blow
And bring life to even the tiniest hay

So don’t be afraid to close your eyes
It’s dark, I know, and hush.. fear not
Fear not of what will unveil in the darkness
For every step you take, you are not alone.
We are here, no lies..
Like a white paper, with no black dot!
Like a child, I am clueless
But we are here.. No, not to atone..

But to know, that there is hope.
And it will blur even the very eyes..
That can see through the clouds of tomorrow.
That happiness is all about how we can cope..
How we laugh without lies..
How we cry but we still know..

That what we do today, matters most
And it stays in our hearts forever more

February Oath

So the days of old are gone. So be it.
So I, you, and they, we all walk our own path.
Whichever path we choose, cannot be undone. So be it.
Be it life, be it death.

For clowns are laughed at, but not laughing.
They paint their faces red and white, but do they paint their heart so?
Birds of the same color, together in a flock they are flying.
But not all chirp in unison, they don’t even know.

Hi My Name is Blog

Hi. Glad to meet you, my name is blog. You can call me “Read Me Please”. Wait, does it sound to trashy? Well nobody cares about this, I guess. Names will not change any view about me. I am a pile of codes, a heap of letters, composed without my consent (do I even have it?) by my programmer. But still, pleased I am to meet you. The owner of this blog page is too shy and lazy to post anything for his first blog page. But please don’t mind him. Please be kind. He’s working on a lot of assignments, and he’s quite under heavy pressure. But he’ll be available.. Now.

Hello. It feels nice to be here. I apologize for having to send “Read Me Please” to talk first. It’s been a busy day. So, Where were we? Ah, yes. It really DOES feel nice to be here. I always enjoy writing, I always feel like I have to express what I have in mind. May it be through art, may it be through my writings. And I find blogs to be very interesting.

I’m a design student. Not a very bright one, but definitely one with great eagerness to learn, one with great passion in beauty, in art. With the outside world being very resourceful and interesting for me, it is just not fair to keep everything for myself. I just can’t. I have to spill out every emotion in me. I can’t let it stay in my head, my heart, for long.

So here I am, in my first time blogging, with soaring expectations. I hope I can share what I see, what I hear, what I learn, what I feel. I hope I can learn from all people around here. It’s a pleasure to be here.

A smile for you guys. You can use this if you cannot manage a smile.