From Me to You

Disclaimer to explain my intent. (Yes, poetic licence aside id prefer you know what im on about. Its habitual :P)
Seemingly i write about myself. Actually i write about philosophies. About all i observe. And all i see through the glass pane seperating the Me from the You. That humankind is interesting is the basis of my being. I state no facts other than the fact that i state what i think.

I believe Faith is stronger than Luck and Time, if you chose to make things operate thus. Life is too short to be afraid of abstracts. Risks are yours alone to judge and no one else can take them for you. Failure is merely a part of experience to treasure. When all is said and done, if i can make things happen, living TO experience is all i care for.

I admit i love cliché’s as long as they let me chose them as i please. And hate them norms disguised as whispers you cant find the source of when you turn to look for them: be like everyone else, sane, safe, okay, SO okay... that you're normal, just normal. How DARE you round pegs walk around in a square land?

Most people are merely slaves to what their minds can conceive. It’s the next level of being to go beyond your self. I respect that. I dont underestimate. I dont misunderstand. I. I. I. My sense of self is well evolved, but not so that it over rules my principle of being for the people and ideals i love.

The big bad 'forever' does not effect me in a big bad way. Afterall, the time-space theories are set up by scientists to explain the workings of the universe on logic alone. Practicality and logic arent always at war with emotions and beliefs in the world of black and white, you and I, here and there, stitch and tear. Does it make a person pompous or precious to believe in themselves as much as i do? Flip sides. I consider myself fortunate that im not all consumed with making sense of that which needs a 3 year old's innocent spontaniety, arm flailing and twirling around in pajamas and flip flops on its balcony while conservativism shouts to stop it this instant! Before anyone sees how little I care for being anyone other than me.

I dont abide settling for less than the rain, the sun and all the seasons i want to breathe in. I dont convince myself that im satisfied with being ordinary in comparison to being extra ordinary just because one is safer. Obstacles pile up at times despite my best efforts. At these times i have no qualms admitting i am not a rock or an island and i think it isnt neccessarily stronger to be so... As a peoples’ person my shoes have been many: mine and yours and theirs. From the ashes of despair i arise in peace. Yes *satisfied purr*

The secret of my smile is that i need and i can give.
Simultaneously :)

Life taught me there is no extremity of right or wrong, weak or strong. Life taught me its just not THAT big a deal all the time. Life taught me im not being tested on perfection and that reward and punishment aren't the only ways to 'make' everything fit. Life taught me people will not love you for who you are but what you do that makes them love themselves just a little more. Life taught me the rarity of finding love, appreciation and sharing. That even once, its enough to know. And i already know.

I can teach you. Because i still want to learn. The only magic is in knowing no one knows everything. And Caring. There isnt enough of that left to spread over the bread. Blessed are those who have the butter.

It is either the dream, or just reality. The former is worth all its ifs. The latter is merely what happens to everyone.

I am not everyone.