judging around, diversity theories and justifications

every person has his/her own style and ways of seeing something, anything and everything. its my eyes. its your eyes. who are we to judge?

do i judge? yes, i still do! sometimes in silence. sometimes i blurt it out loud with personal preference of words to clearly indicate. i believe in diversity and the idea of mutual respect to discuss an issue. with different opinions. exchanging *ideas*. not dissing.

Lets get specific with an illustration. Such as: photography. each person has their own ways of viewing something and capture it with different angles so, just because one person states ‘your pictures are less than mediocre”, don’t be offended. many might think the otherwise. :)

now, i’m going to judge. whoever compares and feels their achievement[s] are better than the others? well. lemme ask you. define priorities. are you going to say that your priorities and everyone else you know are the same? are you that certain? gimme a valid reason why.

there are many reasons why quotes like ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’ & ‘everybody has got different somethingsomething-oriented goals’ EXIST.

people talk. people share. people get too engrossed sticking to their opinions, they forget to check dictionary for ‘mindset’. For ‘past’.

Some think those who blurted ‘try walking a mile in my shoes.’ are being defensive. well, read thoroughly. some might be Unjustified alibis. While some are merely stating: “Don’t point fingers because God and the universe don’t even do that. we don’t have THE exact life-lanes.”

when i share or confide in someone, its becoming habitual to end with ‘please stay objective despite my subjective blurting.’

the ugliest truth? many times, i do not just DISagree w/ a statement. i might despise your point of view[s]. [yes, for certain extreme cases]. But, hey! Its your life. Its your thoughts. Its your way of responding to some issues. I might hate your words but i respect you spilling it.

One might call it bi-polar diversity understanding. others might call it realism.

i say: i might not agree but if you ain’t shitting on me, go ahead. Say what you wanna say. freedom of speech and thoughts and perceptions. Anything not offensive and demeaning.

an example: i believe in self mockery. as opposed to insensitive slapstick jokes. i apply that differently. self mockery? i don't mind ppl laugh at me or with me. as long as i ain’t offended.

slapstick jokes? i do that to some people. When what’s supposedly no biggie to my brain equalize to something insensitive to you, i shall apologize. For i wasn’t being sensitive or familiar enough to decipher and get to know your idea of what’s acceptable or not.

yknow what’s the hardest way to say a sorry? a simple sorry sans blablablabla.

one’s brain: “oh, i shall say sorry. but i have got valid reasonings of why i was doing it. lemme justify with my theories.”

again, the theory of diversity barges in. what seems like CONCRETE justifications to a person, it’s given the verdict of: BULLSHIT by other people. the hardest part of saying sorry for myself is to REFRAIN the mouth or the fingers to type more than a simple, direct ‘i am truly sorry.’

for when you feel you’re being misunderstood, you can’t help but wanting to explain the reason WHY.

now, different scenario. ‘getting defensive and bringing in weak argument points’ to justify? imma judge again and say its not worth my time. when i think its not worth my time…

do i tell it right to the person’s face? sometimes i do. sometimes i respond through absolute silence.

verdict:

if you were to think why am i proclaiming being a believer of diversity and at the same time i admit being judgmental? Ain’t that just another illustration of diversity? In between accepting something as it is or to admit being judgmental? :D

insights:


sadeethya: Being judgmental is never a good habit, but admit it sometimes we stereotype people, consciously or unconsciously.

inestjokro: So long as you still have an explanation to each “why so?” question, you’ll be ok.

. dot . dot . dot .

Yours truly is one advanced dots connector in a dimmed labyrinth, only when most dots are gloomy and the line curved to spell letter D. Doom.

Ignorance is beyond (mere)bliss. It doesn't lure one to open eyes wider; only to view scattered puzzles.

I'd want to be indifferent but failing Emotional Detachment course umpteen times is clearly printed on the transcript.
My life's transcript.

Ultimately, it's best if I know none.
Being oblivious is crucial here to maintain rational head, free from clouded mind bubbles.

I have yet to deal with all boxes inside my closet, let alone to be involuntary spectator of others' excess baggages. Messy and bursting.

Serenity is: eyes wide shut. Brain cells loosening up. Heart listening to all sorta noises yet not the least bugged.

Let's stop solving and connecting. Let's start living, through looking and walking on.

the IF -s Yin&Yang

If there’s no yesterday, there won’t be the day after tomorrow. Everyday will be a today kinda -days.

If there’s no regret, there won’t be introspection and reflection and the phrase ‘strive to improve’ will be overrated in general.

If there’s no future, there won’t be wishes and hopes and faith to keep going; for beautiful/better tomorrow(s).

If there’s no conflict, there won’t be life’s lessons & mandatory struggles & victorious smiles to end+make peace with one’s battles.

If there’s no me *plus* a you, there won’t be us BUT there will always still be Me. You. :)

Them or not them .. (according to many them-s)

Its not about them. Its about you re-telling those stories as the[M]aterials.

Its not about them. Its about him/her telling his/her side of the story about him/her & him/her.

Its not about them. Its about that certain part(s) of the world watching and then concluding stories about them.

Its not about them. Its me telling you its not about them and makes you think it might after-all; is about them.

Almost midnight

He was inhaling and blowing and had them eyes glued to the telly when She walked in. Then, there’s that short silence.

She was blowing and inhaling and watching the sky scrapers. He was somewhere inside. Inside one of them (still)unknown doors.

She was inside. Reading/writing and half-listening to the sound of the silent corridor. The telly is on again. She wondered if its the same He.

He coughed once and She ...

There is .....

There’s that roller coaster ride. Annihilating crazy bumps. Tingling ticklish vibes. Many sheepish smiles in between suppressed annoyance(s).

There’s that lane. Advance route for labyrinth experts. You cry. You scream. You blush. You giggle. You bask in the silence of one final road.

There’s that pace. You accelerate. Others speed up to keep up w/ the speed. You halt. You observe. You decelerate with bold freeze, smiling.

There’s the mingle-r. You move around. They assume you flirt. You couldn’t care less. You interact. You lock & you move forward with a grin.

There are the special-s. They demand zero attention. Stick to their ways of doing things. Stand out without having to. Ultimate effortless.

There’s karma. You believe it. Some don’t. Nobody’s proving what’s what or the otherwise. Retribution happens. Everybody introspect.again.

constructive mindfucking momento

one day, we gonna look at that biting past as nothing but mere strings connecting distorted puzzles of the former jaded labyrinth.

by jaded labyrinth, i meant multi lanes & channels of the unknowns. accompanied by diff states of confusion and breakdowns.

then... you, me, him, her and us gonna snap out of it. and looking back to retell the tale. to the right ppl. right timing. with a smile.

real, unmasked smile that's not gonna trigger mellow memoirs to revive. for they are mere tales thats not worth re-pondering about. anymore.

NOW. cry if you must. scream if you wanna.
THEN... smile. :)

Moving on isn't about never looking back, it's about taking a glance at the past and seeing how much you've grown since then. (via @epiclifequotes )

rollercoaster travel

You can’t time travel but you could start " sense[s] exploring. "
Travel to me.


Crack my head open.

Can you see the layers and hues representing different aspects of bittersweet life?


You don’t have to taste it. Or try to understand it. Just hold me close when I have to walk through that colorful labyrinth.


Pull me. Hold these fingers. Don’t let go until I blurt ‘the rollercoaster is over.’
Then… let’s synchronize the victorious smiles.

If sharing is caring… Caring is serving infatuation.

flow

di kala kamu menyapa.

sewaktu aku membalas, diam diam tersipu.

di kala kamu bertanya.

sewaktu aku memilah dan membuat teori bisu.

di kala semua tersenyum.

meresapi yang tertulis. merasakan yang tidak terlalu jelas terungkap.

adalah satu aliran air.

bukan air pancuran. bukan juga ombak.

hanya suatu air yang tenang dekat sebuah sungai.

saat senja datang dan siluet siluet menghampiri.

siluet awan, lampu jalan dan gedung gedung.

siluet saksi yang tiada akan pernah berkata.

siluet kita.

siluet yang terus mencoba berdiri kokoh dan berharap untuk saling menyambut.

one evening, our eyes will meet and we’ll watch all kinds of silhouettes. together.

the analogy: bitter sweet taste of caffeinated fluids

am not denying the pleasure of bitter black caffeine. too bad, tummy protests. so yea, adding sweetener to the chosen bitterness, i gotta do.

same goes in real life, no? the bitter symphonies. we like some, we ditch some. at times, the preferred bitter vibe demands sweet inputs.

realistic cycle. am i right or am i right?

if you were to believe in happily ever after tales with zero insertion of sweetened essence[s]?

well, try smelling.the.real.world.

if you were to believe that everything is nothing but BITTER taste here and there, take a break and chill for a bit. isolate yourself and self-reflect on what’s going on. isolate yourself for constructive self-improvement outcome[s]

NOW…..

for those who have just experienced ‘recent exposure of bittersweet world?’

little bitterness + adequate sweetener = hello, optimistic tendency whilst accepting the bitterness as it is.

extreme bitterness + less than moderately amount of sweetener = a challenging era to test one’s patience + THE chance to learn to be stronger + to survive that true definition of REAL world.

i wish ‘you, you and you’ not just luck but the determination to: stick with persistence and keeping optimism in between cynical thoughts when the world crumbles.

let’s be survivor[s].

physically. mentally. spiritually.

:)