Some thing's got me thinking for a while now... and it's about problems...
Kinda problematic for someone who usually don't give a heck out of anything...
Grades, money, social relationships and all that hoopla are common thins to worry about when you're still young and, well, going to school. And it made me think: "What would people do if their lives were perfect to begin with?"
Kinda impossible isn't it? I dunno!... Because you see, there really isn't such a thing as the standards of perfection... What the heck, maybe my life or everyone else's life is perfect to fit him already.
You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things... Okay Kanye, i get the point...
Obsessive-compulsive people for ones, those are the ones who are always worrying about something... and so does Anal-retentive people with their outmost obsession for perfection; and they also creep me out at times...
Rambling randomly aout these things make me relaxed and refreshed... so kick it easy... lay it out for once and sleep to your heart's content...
"Don't worry about a thing... 'cause every little thing, is gonna be alright..."
Note: try not to kick it easy too hard or else you can't get anything done... moderation please...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A piece of paper with a dream written on it...
101 doors
I was walking in a corridor; with wooden floorings and a cream-colored ceiling. There were red-wood doors adorned with the same copper-silver-gold eloquent patterns at each side of the corridor facing each other with a gap of three steps between or so. The floor however, was simply made with thin boards; because every step made a deep and hollow ‘wood’ sound, there was also a very long and expensive-looking carpet ‘red-velvet’, as I could recall the color; and the ceiling had numerous chandeliers which were placed every three doors or so.
So there I was, walking my own pace through the corridor, checking both left and right copper doorknobs, one for each hand. Every door was locked and only the shaking sound of a locked doorknob could be heard with every passing door. But then, as I saw at the end of the corridor, it was as far as my sight could reach; a pure-brown door, with no adornments on it, just a plain stainless doorknob and a wide board of wood for a door. I took a closer look and focused my eyesight onto the door; it was slightly opened and a faint sign of light passed through the narrow opening.
I started walking briskly, for no reason. I just went as I quickly shook the doorknobs as I passed them pair by pair; five steps gaps became six and seemed to increase as I went faster and faster. And before I knew it, I was already running. I began to perspire as those six step gaps became seven, then eight, then nine, and eventually leading to greater gaps between doors. Also, the corridor seemed to have tightened a bit; the once arm-span space became cramped up and I began to retract my hands as I move along.
Minutes have passed and I still was running, my stamina is at its limits and my clothes are already soaked with sweat; it was neither hot nor cold in that corridor, just the right temperature to be exact. As I moved on, faster and seemingly nearer to the end of the corridor; the door on the end just looked so distant and it gradually started to move away from my sight, as if the corridor was getting longer and longer by the second.
It was then when it hit me. Why did I want to go there? Why am I running? What am I doing? And just what is it with that certain door that I am tiring myself to go to?
These kinds of questions popped in and out of my mind as I went along. I wanted to stop at one point because it seemed so pointless, but my body just seemed to do what it was doing before and it feels like my own mind wants me to keep running.
I know it just might be a dream… it really is a dream if I think hard enough.
But like my body, I cannot even stop my own mind from wanting to go to that door.
So then came the plain-looking, ever slightly-opened wooden door. It finally stopped moving away from me, I panted and whipped out almost all of my remaining adrenaline and headed straight for the goal. The walls as I’ve noticed, were really getting closer as the red-wood doors’ copper doorknobs occasionally hit one of my arms; as the brown door went nearer and nearer, the walls seemed to get closer and closer, I felt more clustered by the second as the walls came to touch my shoulders.
My sprint quickly became a sideway hop as I tried to reach the end of the now rapidly narrowing corridor. I got clamped up between two red-wood doors as the narrowing walls formed a funnel-like shape beyond my reach. The wooden door was beyond a clearing; a wider space was before it and after came the inches-wide narrow opening of the funnel.
Almost there, just a little farther… I thought to myself as I slowly reached out my right hand.
The wooden door is there! Just beyond my reach, a little farther and I’ve got it…
I took a quick breath and looked at the door once again, it started to move; farther and farther away.
I was devastated; the unknown reasons of my actions seemed to have pummeled my head, stupified, it made me laugh desperately.
I laughed; and then cried.
Then the thin wooden flooring beneath me started to disintegrate; board after another.
I fell, into the seemingly-never-ending darkness beneath the corridor.
I hit the bottom of the darkness.
I wake.
Only to find myself back on my solitary bed.
I was walking in a corridor; with wooden floorings and a cream-colored ceiling. There were red-wood doors adorned with the same copper-silver-gold eloquent patterns at each side of the corridor facing each other with a gap of three steps between or so. The floor however, was simply made with thin boards; because every step made a deep and hollow ‘wood’ sound, there was also a very long and expensive-looking carpet ‘red-velvet’, as I could recall the color; and the ceiling had numerous chandeliers which were placed every three doors or so.
So there I was, walking my own pace through the corridor, checking both left and right copper doorknobs, one for each hand. Every door was locked and only the shaking sound of a locked doorknob could be heard with every passing door. But then, as I saw at the end of the corridor, it was as far as my sight could reach; a pure-brown door, with no adornments on it, just a plain stainless doorknob and a wide board of wood for a door. I took a closer look and focused my eyesight onto the door; it was slightly opened and a faint sign of light passed through the narrow opening.
I started walking briskly, for no reason. I just went as I quickly shook the doorknobs as I passed them pair by pair; five steps gaps became six and seemed to increase as I went faster and faster. And before I knew it, I was already running. I began to perspire as those six step gaps became seven, then eight, then nine, and eventually leading to greater gaps between doors. Also, the corridor seemed to have tightened a bit; the once arm-span space became cramped up and I began to retract my hands as I move along.
Minutes have passed and I still was running, my stamina is at its limits and my clothes are already soaked with sweat; it was neither hot nor cold in that corridor, just the right temperature to be exact. As I moved on, faster and seemingly nearer to the end of the corridor; the door on the end just looked so distant and it gradually started to move away from my sight, as if the corridor was getting longer and longer by the second.
It was then when it hit me. Why did I want to go there? Why am I running? What am I doing? And just what is it with that certain door that I am tiring myself to go to?
These kinds of questions popped in and out of my mind as I went along. I wanted to stop at one point because it seemed so pointless, but my body just seemed to do what it was doing before and it feels like my own mind wants me to keep running.
I know it just might be a dream… it really is a dream if I think hard enough.
But like my body, I cannot even stop my own mind from wanting to go to that door.
So then came the plain-looking, ever slightly-opened wooden door. It finally stopped moving away from me, I panted and whipped out almost all of my remaining adrenaline and headed straight for the goal. The walls as I’ve noticed, were really getting closer as the red-wood doors’ copper doorknobs occasionally hit one of my arms; as the brown door went nearer and nearer, the walls seemed to get closer and closer, I felt more clustered by the second as the walls came to touch my shoulders.
My sprint quickly became a sideway hop as I tried to reach the end of the now rapidly narrowing corridor. I got clamped up between two red-wood doors as the narrowing walls formed a funnel-like shape beyond my reach. The wooden door was beyond a clearing; a wider space was before it and after came the inches-wide narrow opening of the funnel.
Almost there, just a little farther… I thought to myself as I slowly reached out my right hand.
The wooden door is there! Just beyond my reach, a little farther and I’ve got it…
I took a quick breath and looked at the door once again, it started to move; farther and farther away.
I was devastated; the unknown reasons of my actions seemed to have pummeled my head, stupified, it made me laugh desperately.
I laughed; and then cried.
Then the thin wooden flooring beneath me started to disintegrate; board after another.
I fell, into the seemingly-never-ending darkness beneath the corridor.
I hit the bottom of the darkness.
I wake.
Only to find myself back on my solitary bed.
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