My Eyes Are Hopelessly Green
I’m a prisoner within this world. While I cannot have you, my eyes turned green when that son-of-a-bitch was all over you. I know that I lack a place within your heart. If I did have a place there, would you have forgotten my presence? Yet, my logic has dwindled and I hold on desperately to hope. I am a poor man and hope is all I possess.Sponsor ZUJI SG - MLOB Cannonball 300x250 Find Me The Best Priced Flight From: Singapore Bangkok Bombay
The Old Man And His Grandson
I finally visited my grandfather two days ago. He was happy to see me and we did talk for quite a bit. Knowing that his memory was failing him slowly, I bought him green tea. I wanted to get him some reading material but his eyesight is bad. And in my opinion, it can contribute to memory problems. The eyes can be said to be the windows to intellectual stimulation, such as reading, doing word puzzles and so on. Without intellectual stimulation, especially in old age, the brain power can actually deteriorate. But I’m not to worried for the old man, because he tries to read albeit with great difficulty. From our conversation, I found out some interesting things from him. He had fought for Singapore during World War 2. He was injured during the...
The Human Condition of Suffering
The human condition dictates that we only see the partial truth. What do I mean? Can you experience truth in a direct manner? The answer is no. We perceive truth, through our five senses and mind. While the five senses are rather reliable, they are still prone to error. The mind, however, is more so unpredictable. I shall illustrate this with my own example. Some days ago, I was upset about what someone had said about me. The moment I heard what I heard, my mind immediately dug up past references of similar events. By the time I had finished replaying my memories of the past and what had happened moments ago, what the person had said became ten times worser. Very often, things that happen to us aren’t as bad as how we perceive them to be. However, the...
Last Wishes and The Conditions of Age
Lately, I’ve noticed that my personality was rather elf-like. Capricious, to be exact. I could be laughing at one moment, but just as quickly my mood changes. And in honesty, my head has a hard time catching up with my moods. I’d love to be carefree and ever cheerful. However, it just isn’t realistic. Sometimes, I’m plain loud with my boisterous laughter and crude ramblings, then I suddenly go quiet when I think about sad stuff. When that happens I pretend to be tired or hungry. It simplifies things really. Anyway, I’ve avoided visiting my grandparent’s place for a few years. I didn’t want trouble caused because of my long hair and other stuff. I was told today that my granddad was crying because he had missed me and...
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