Lost In Beauty-

Friday

The art of procrastination:

You will still be doing something so as to defer what you supposedly should do.

I can hear the meow meow outside my door, I can hear the rhythms of the rain, I can envisage the satisfaction on my face after watching "The Devil wears Prada".. So many minor and insignificant distractions which I can disregard but somehow they just escaped unfiltered into my processing system.

I can't feign ignorance that I am totally not in the mood to study. I can't shove myself to face the book.. I couldn't even bear the thought of working on my Geo term paper literally. But still, things need to be done, deadlines still need to be met. How bad is that?

I am now procrastinating even as I typed...

the beauty exposed ;

It is really amazing how small little incidents can trigger metacognition and instigate an opinionated person to alter his/her philosophy of life.

The ups and downs, the twists and turns.. Life is like a roller coaster *Not quoting Ronan Keating* The next twist or turn may send you wandering off in a different direction; You may drift from your original path, turn back for a second glance or perhaps, you will be fortified such that there will be alterations in your perspectives while you continue your route. Oblivious to say, it's beyond human intelligence to predict life, much less to make the right decision. Philosophy of life? Simply put, it's just an uncertain prediction about life. How many would choose uncertainty over stability in their lives?

I've seen so many who were thrown off their seats in the coaster ride, searching for a new direction in their lives. Admiration, reverence, disappointment, rejection, dejections, achievements.. I've run out of superlatives to describe how I feel each time I came across friends whom I once thought were so determined and opinionated would change their course in life so readily and confidently to pursue what they seek to achieve. To satisfy their soul, to accomplish their dreams, be it internal or external satisfaction, I salut them simply because it takes courage to dare the first step. How many would take action upon the epiphany of that moment in life? How would you know if that epiphany might just be a momentous feeling? How would you know if the numerous thoughts and considerations that you've done would substantiate for the precision and appropriateness of your ultimate decision? Nobody knows and precisely, that is what makes it so venerating, at least to me.

I am kinda inspirated to reach out for what I craved for all these years but somehow, I am still entrenched in my own crisis. There are simply too many domains to consider. Hmm..

Whoever set me thinking in this way, he's gone to pursue his dream or rather, to end his pretty long hiatus, in his words. His ability to view life in a totally different array amazed me. I've learnt alot from him.

Turmoils of life? It really depends on your perception.

the beauty exposed ;

It's astonishing for one to realize how the obdurate self kicked in and transformation took place to create a brunt of force which I myself labelled as motivation, in a nicer term. Motivation to stop blogging (especially), and now, to start blogging again.

It might seemed like a profanation, a blasphemous behaviour. Nonetheless, I understood why it all happened. I felt justified for my own behaviour, no explanations whatsoever; I still feel this way now but in a totally renewed way.

Well, this time round, no obligations, no promises, no nothing.

Welcome back, Jean.

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