“… How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? …”
When I’m younger, everything was exactly what it looked like. There’s nothing behind a color that one’s wearing, the triangle and the one eye was simply a triangle and an eye. And a smile was only smile; no bitter smile, smug, sarcasm, or else. Even a peace symbol meant exactly what it sounds like.
As I grow up, I started to understand how red means bravery and white represents pureness. Perhaps that was the first nationalism extract that’s indoctrinated to my head. And things started to get more and more complicated. Then suddenly the world is a spinning multi-layered sphere, where the surface is as far as you can go as an ordinary fuck.
Our mind grows as our body does. And our surrounding plays such significant role. It implies on our sets of values, mindsets, goals, ideals, stereotypes, thoughts, social relations, etc. As a child, we know what we think we know. And we know so little. We played with anyone and the only difference between good or bad is simply hurting or not hurting. As we grow up, went to different school, play with different people, we no longer value things like we used to be. That boy who never hit you and always share anything he had with you suddenly changed to a poor, uneducated, old friend. And the boy who always borrowed your toys and never returned it suddenly a somebody that you need to get along with. And this changes of surrounding will continuously drag the way you think and the way you communicate.
Changes happen. And it simply undeniable. Being in a higher social class environment, those who are a few level below can suddenly turn from bricks to rubble. Your old friends will not as dun as they used to be, and suddenly your boy/girlfriend is not wealthy, handsome, famous enough for you. Having fun is highly addictive. Once you pop, you can’t stop. And it also implies for those who experiencing a degradation. Suddenly all that you’ve been wasted become treasure. Your friends’re leaving you because you’re now a no fun. You’re becoming delusional of your girlfriend cheating behind you with someone wealthier. They say you’ll never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. And guess what, they’re right.
What makes a man “the Man”? Is it where he came from? Is it his skin color? Is it the money? “The measure of a man is not in how he gets knocked down to the mat, it is in how he gets up.” ~ Battling Jack Murdock. It is not the way it starts. It is about how it ends. Friends coming and leaving. It is not their fault choosing to befriend only those who fits their measure. It’s the measure sometimes being wrong. “When you’re up, your friends know who you are. When you’re down, you know who your friends are.” ~Bett Williams
So enjoy what you have now, you’ll never know what tomorrow might bring. All that will be left of you after you die is a slow decay and some fading memories in the minds of your friends. So make sure it’s a good memory, although in time, we will fade away. Change.
Hope you’re enjoying your life at the moment. 🙂