it's interesting that certain things, sometimes the weirdest things, could arouse a tingling sensation inside you and add sparkles to your eyes. be it music or sports, a collection of bug corpses or the color pink, the energy given off by that special something is the very source of life. so i believe.

on another note, i realized that "respecting the differences" is not as virtuous as it sounds. here's the trick. if respecting another person's ideologies, behaviors, actions, words, etc., means to let him do and be as he pleases, does that not create a world of nonchalance? does that not promote freedom in an egotistical fashion? i raise these questions because the fastest and easiest route to accept and respect the differences is to lose interest in that person.

ive lost the train of thought already.

i wonder if the word "selflessness" should even exist. because without self, what would i be? what would you be? isnt everything you do in life essentially for yourself, directly or indirectly?

jumping on to the next thought in my head. colours. they are so powerful. something about the pastel colors, baby blue, especially, creates peace and tranquility in my mind. at least for a moment.

mumble jumble. forgive me for my incoherent writing.

for those i love, both living and inanimate, you are the very reason i am who i am.