Nostalgia, old wounds, mistakes, reflection.
Nostalgia, everyone who can remember things from their past can feel it. It could mean old wounds, can also act like old wounds. Like how seeing a wound would remind us how it came about, feeling nostalgic reminds me of the mistakes I have once made. One bunch of those mistakes are from the past 4 years of my life, my time in secondary education.
What troubles those mistakes have brought about, what I have felt & experienced from the after effects. All of those, etched into my memories, have their own effects. Significant or subtle, temporary or lasting, etc, only when I reflect upon those past mistake will I know.
Many of those mistakes had a part in shaping who I am today & how I think. If you asked me, do I regret making any of those mistakes, the answer is definitely a no. Why?
With every mistake made in our lives, come an opportunity for us to think, to reflect, to learn from it.
It could be to reflect on how to prevent history from repeating, it could be reflecting on how to improve ourselves and be a better person, or maybe even how to do a task more efficiently. But one thing is for sure.
The reflection we do will very likely not go to waste, as we will then learn something new.
Some people say they have things they wish to forget, painful memories. However, despite multiple times trying to comprehend why, I still think otherwise.
No matter how you go about it, the root of the painful experience they had starts off with a mistake. Very likely, the cause of it was a whole load of mistakes made/wrong decisions which followed the 1st. All those have at least one point that could be reflected on.
Trying to forget is just trying to run away. For bigger stuff (such as a death of someone close), however,perhaps trying to run away is acceptable. But not forever, eventually, one must still become stronger & face the facts & learn.
Yet not all painful memories come from mistakes, but those are the very few exception. But nevertheless points to reflect on are always there.
Back to myself, perhaps I am a very reflective person, maybe not everyone can or will be like me, reflecting on things without any prompting.
I may be wrong in your opinion, but we never know am I really right or wrong, or is there even right or wrong. This, a separate matter, will be something I would go onto some other day.
To me this is a pretty crappy post, half asleep, using my iPhone instead of my computer, typing in the darkness with an empty stomach growling. All the factors make this post far from how good it can actually.
-Leeyy
Again, I am posting.
Once again, I am posting, on tumblr. Blogging is a good way to vent things out after all, & I would say tumblr is a great medium for that. Right now, while I am writing this post, It is 1AM where I live, I don’t really much of tiredness. Reseting my sleep cycle is going to be very crucial for my upcoming national exam, which is in a month’s time, & will determine my fate.
Money makes the world go round, I used to not believe it. Until recently, the truth struck me, as hard as a sledgehammer.
Without money, I wouldn’t be sitting in the confort of my room. Without money, I probably wouldn’t have survived infancy. Without money, people wouldn’t have such wonderful lives. With money, people wouldn’t have to resort to crime. With money, people will not be starving in the world.
If money never existed, perhaps the world might be a better, more equal place, but will it? Humans would never been able to reach their current state, there will still be no equality, as bartering can still go on.
Money can’t buy happiness, not true. Money conquers faith & love, to a surprisingly huge extend, yes.
There are still are certain things money can never move of course. Laws of physics, unyielding willpower, the universe, etc etc. But we will never need to bother about those, in our lives.(Unless you’re a scientist, then maybe)
Other than that, money makes everything go round, that is undeniable. Moving a mountain or two, money allows it. Helping the people suffering in the world, money does it. Nuking the world barren, money can do it. It all boils down, to money.
Money made myself feel that giving up my ambition was nothing. The new ambition is to be rich. Money, has taken over me.
That’s all for now, goodnight.
Hiroshi Lee
I’m back to tumblr… . for now.
Hey everybody who’s following me, or even just looking at this, good evening.
As the title says, I’m back to tumblr, for now, is it just for this single text post of mine, or for even more possibly upcoming text post. I shall get this clear then, straight out, I am not from Greenland, I’m from Singapore & have been here for all 16 years of my life, I am a mere human male that no one understands, for now. I’ve been considered “smart” by my peers, even called “genius” by inferior ass kissers. Many deem me cold, some say I’m joyful & kind, a lot thinks that I’m short a few marbles or have a few lose screws, etc etc etc. Am I really any of those or are all of them mere illusions or false fronts? Am I surrounded by friends & happiness, or am I actually all alone? Am I really “smart” or are those that find me so just simply have a lower level of intellect?
Who am I? What am I? How am I like? What do I like? All of these, everything of myself, is all a blur, full of mirages. No one knows me, for even I don’t know myself entirely. So often I feel like a spec of dust, to be blown away anytime.
That is just a mere fraction of what awaits in the wings, whether posting will continue is uncertain.
The night is slowly creeping away, I shall retire for the night.
Hiroshi Lee.
Just because you’re fat doesn’t mean you don’t exercise and eat junk food 24/7. Being skinny isn’t being anorexic. Asian eyes aren’t all slanty, and being black doesn’t mean you’re in a gang. Cutting yourself doesn’t make you emo, getting A’s doesn’t mean you’re a nerd. Wearing black doesn’t make you goth, and being gay doesn’t mean you’ll give someone aids. Reblog this if you want to end the negativity that comes with stereotypes.
(via with-lots-of-pie)
Again, another photo of me from the photoshoot.
Everyday of our lives, we are all wearing different attitudes, different appearances, different masks for different reasons.
Very hardly do you see someone honest about themselves, honest to themselves, and honest to others.
There is nothing wrong with protecting yourself.
Okkkkk, thats me from the photo shoot, no doubt.
