This is the third installment from my overly contemplative stage. Part one and Part two were pretty deep, so if you’re not the type who likes being confused and confronted with some philosophical shtuff then please, keep reading my other cute food blogs. This was during my self-searching days aka 2007. Some friends have been fans of my writing even before I decided to commit myself to writing about my other passion which is travel and food. One friend in particular, admits that he prefers my old posts about life and the in between, the intangible, the inexplicable. Well, deal with it. TOT is staying put.
As odd as this sounds… I had to wait an entire day to say my piece about this piece… It is something everyone must understand and will definitely ponder about. And in my extremely inebriated state (aka drunk beyond belief after a regular night out in the Big Apple), I will attempt to relay what has been killing my brain…
It’s about the connection… the human touch.. and the need to belong. It is one of the universal truths, as I was told, but I’ve never really dwelt on it until it was lambasted to my face very recently. Apparently everyone feels the need to belong.
I have felt it? In many ways and on many occasions. The problem with feeling the connection is not what “it is,” but what it implies. Everyone wants that spark. For some people, that is the ultimate goal. Still, people must understand, the spark lights the fire but it is up to you to keep it burning. Most are not even ready for the spark because they are so caught up in the midst of fighting the flame that more effort is spent fanning it than striking it.
When you “fan the flame,” you build something up as more than it actually is, rather than concentrating on the beauty of the reality. A really close person and I were discussing relationships one night. Such person told me that he used to settle, to which I said “the problem with settling is you think you are doing the other person a favor, but in reality when you settle the other person knows exactly what you are doing”
We settle because we feel that our values constitute such a tasking effort that cannot remotely be understood by another person. In thinking that we ask for too much, we settle for too little in hopes that the difference makes up for the lack of companionship brought upon by our beliefs.
Online pages show the world how we live, what we like, where we’ve been, what we think… It will never explains why we exist. And never what we feel. We can try, but only people who have that connection will understand it.
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears… the tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?