Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Let's just say that being a bitch and a professional is mutually exclusive.
Unless I am given substantial incentive to not blabber and share inside tabloid with the rest of the world.
Ok maybe not the rest of the world, but my dear friends and family already form 98% of this galactic rubble I belong to.
Don't get me wrong, it's like a rubble because the edges are flawed and uncertain and only that.
Nothing stays constant, or you can say that everything is ever-changing.
These relationships with the people I appreciate transforms with time.
We were once strangers, not even bothering to make any eye contact with one another.
A do-without in our lives.
Then, I don't know if it's a chat, or some physics maniac may say it's a force of attraction between any 2 mass, that drew all of us closer.
Somewhat somehow, things start to change.
Lunch dates were initiated; pillars were formed, I mean human-pillars; and then there were movies, and chalets and shopping and games.
But waking up to realisation, if you haven't already done so, it's not these activities that are important in our lives (let me exclude riches here, it's fucking important too).
It's not even the shitload of crap and illogical crabs we talk about all the time.
It's the presence.
The mere presence of these people - this group of people who stays for you and remembers you for who you are.
And even who you really are, understanding that everyone's bound to have some compartments within our hearts and minds that are better made private and unknown.
They accompany like an accompaniment.
In sad symphonies, there's always this strong, steady and supportive bass that will guide the melody to greater dynamics and emotions.
Even in marches, there's accompaniment to make sure you don't stray and go out of tempo.
You may be wondering what's this post all about.
Is it another bitchy ass talking about the greater meaning to life?
Or some guy who thinks he knows everything?
It's not.
This is an appreciative note to everyone in my life, who has in someway or another, left a trampoline behind for me to jump on (like those in doodle jump), and propel me onwards. It may not necessary to a higher platform (where aliens are) than where I was, but at least you prevent me from falling low.
A googol of thanks to you.
Hey, I know you are horny so let me rephrase.
A ten thousand sexdecillion of thanks to you.