I’ve been thinking about this for a looong time now. I finally have gotten over my laziness for a while, and here I am, jotting this thought down: ever wondered how similar Lord Voldmort and Adolf Hitler are? Read the rest of this entry »
i used to listen to this song over and over again. i had not yet made sense of the world but i knew how to press the rewind button on the tape recorder and what it did. and every time this song faded away into its end, i used to try and follow it right into the tape recorder, wondering sadly where he was going away and why.
(the next song on the cassette used to BLARE out so loud i used to run for cover, my being having jumped right out of my skin, while my parents used to rush to the room from the kitchen wondering what had happened).
So the other day, I was at this bakery thing, and the girl next to me in line was checking out all the kinds of sandwiches there were. Seeing undecidedness on her face, I suggested the sandwich I liked the best (not that I had tried any other yet, but I always picked this one whenever I go to this bakery). She was a total stranger but it felt so refreshing and nice to do what I’m used to doing – helping out others and connecting with complete strangers for fleeting moments.
I think it stems from my belief that everyone, no matter how different they try to be from “the rest”, are somehow or the other connected to each other no matter how much they loathe the other person. For example, the users of the same brand of shampoo or toothpaste or makeup brand or those who go to the same outlet to go shopping for clothes….nobody’s better than anyone else, nobody is superior than others, because at some basic level, we’re all the same.
It’s like this. You are living in a huge huge bubble. It rolls and you keep bouncing in it, up and down you know. As you grow up, the bubble-ball you live in seems to get smaller, and so you begin to notice all the other people that live in the same bubble too. (Because there is only one bubble). And that’s when you realize that you should’ve been a little more cautious, because the people you’re discovering now, are somehow related to you and can have an influence on the rest of your life. And whoops if you made that one little mistake you did along the way as you grew up in this bubble.
Note: I came up with a similar thing which I will write about shortly: the bubble theory