你们之间的感情有多深?

全世界里可能只有你在想这个问题.

没有其他人在乎这问题的答案.

因为分了又散，散了又分.

问了这种问题, 只会引来众人的嘲笑.

"你到底长大了吗? 还问这种无聊的问题干嘛."

Trying to study and be efficient, as the Singaporean mantra goes ("efficiency!!"), but I have too much feels in my head and I needed to write them out. (without sounding like a bawling spoilt brat, which explains the cryptic nature of my post)



Maybe it's because of all these thoughts I had, but I think the individual is probably the most insignificant thing in the world. Who on earth gives a hoot about what the person next to them thinks? Well, no one, at least not in the place where I live. Everyone only cares about either themselves or the larger situation/greater good. But in a bizarre way, the individual is also the most precious. Because it contains everything in your world. Yes, it contains love. It contains hatred. It contains your philosophies. Without it there would be no spiritual and emotional life. The individual is almost sacred. And ironically, I do believe very much in love, even though it is the very anti-thesis of the individual, whose status I seem to elevate above other things. What I really mean is, there is always a part of you that remains hidden from even the people closest to you. Which part it is could be different, because you are a different person around different people. No one, and no one at all, understands you in the entirety. And even though at times you yearn so much for that understanding, it slips you by. Because it is impossible. A personality is the proverbial elephant being touched and felt by blind men, and these blind men are your loved ones and friends. But at the same time, you are also a blind man trying to figure out who your loved one is-- yes, no matter how long you have known that person, or lived with that person even. So there's no need to feel too special about your individuality.

This philosophy is something different from what I used to believe in. (I guess I believed in total, pure understanding; a perfect confluence of personalities.) I can't say I'm not hurt by it. But hey, when change shows up at your doorstep, it's here to stay. It's here to stay in my mind. It's here in me.
It's me.

And it would do no good to dwell too much on this. It's weird how many words I can type about a simple matter. Just accept it and move on, do the world some good, spread some love around. Make the world a more beautiful place.

omfg my readings.