Strings that bind us together

What would you do if you had one day, just one day to make up for any regrets that you had?  What if you were given this opportunity, just one day, to fix anything that went wrong in the past?  What would you do?  What would you change? Would you have done things differently?  Would you have said something else?  Would you have grabbed at that opportunity that passed by?  Would you have stepped forward instead of turning away?

I wouldn’t.  Sure, there might have been times in the past where things might have been different if I did something different.  But what we sometimes fail  to realise is that something else comes up as a consequence of that so-called “wrong” action.  Perhaps indirectly, it did bring about something good, if not in your life, then in someone elses’.  I believe that something good comes out of even the worst things.  Not directly, but indirectly.  I believe that things are inexplicably tied to each other like a hypothetical musical instrument where you pluck one string and some other string in the far distance resonates with it, while the string that was plucked is unaware of that.  Sometimes we look back and get upset by something that could be.  Nevertheless what is in the past is only a distortion of memory.  We remember what we choose to, and leave out what we don’t wish to remember, so more often than not, memory isn’t accurate.  We idealise what we want to believe.  Truth is, what “could have been” would probably not have been even if we did it in the “ideal way”.

Thinking of what if-s will only make one depressed.  Why look back on a chapter that has already passed by?  What use will thinking about what could have been or what should have been?  It’s not like we can go back and change the past.  Life is short.  Just seize what you have TODAY and forget about the past.

What would you do if you have that one day to go back and change things?  Forget about it.  You won’t be getting that one day.  Not now, not ever.

Because all history is, is to remind us that we can make a better future.

Random-ness

It’s 3 am in the morning and I have to get up at 8am for class, and I am binge internet-ing.  I think sleep is a waste of time.

Oh, btw the intro.  I am Meiyi, that’s one word don’t ever split my name into two, I’m currently in Aussie, the land of the kangaroos, but stop asking me if I’ve seen a kangaroo, k?  I’m in sydney!!! Do you see orang utans wandering around in malaysian cities? :P  In the zoo perhaps, and I’ve not been to australian zoos.  I did go to the aquarium though.  To see fish (like you can’t get that elsewhere).

Anyway… I was born in Sabah the land below the wind and I spent the last 2+ years in KL, before coming over to Sydney a month ago.  I am probably the most random person you will ever meet, and yet I seem very normal in most circumstances.

Oh, and I have an insatiable craving for mangoes.

I just wanted to post this up.  Just because I think it’s a pity that it’s sitting in the archive of my never-read personal blog.. and is never read.  And simply because I don’t know what else to type.  So here goes.

Crystallised

When one mentions the word crystallised, what comes to mind may be of beauty and elegance, of brilliant angles that catches the light and reflects the subtleties of the different colours that split in its prisms. But being crystallised is also being trapped, being stoned in a fixed place, unable to move, unable to be free. Being forever prisoner in a palace that is cold and hard, yet oh of what grandeur. As people admire the brilliance of its sparkle, the soul trapped within is encased in everlasting solitude, cut off with cries that fall on deaf ears. The falsity is ubiquitous, the beauty only surface. Crystalline, so tantamount to greatness and yet ironically equivalent to pity. Is this a world of lost hope? Where smiles are merely plastered and laughs are but empty sound waves? How far has this world been crystallised? How long have we seen things with rose coloured glasses? How many a time have we admired the sparkles and forsaken the silent screams? If we can melt the crystals and set free the rigidity that binds the matter, would it be a sacrifice worth it? Or should the mysterious aura of the ones crystallised remain to be admired by the rest with the sacrifice of desolation behind closed doors?

Think about it.