Deep. Really Deep.


The following is lifted from a dude with a tortured soul. been following his blog for quite awhile now. How I got his blog address? From here. He's one of the writers of this entertaining (if not slightly brainless, not meant in a bad way) blog.

Dude, I respect you and I seriously hope you're not pissed at me for lifting things off your blog.


"Grey areas are like bomb shelters during a war. You sit a a dirty little corner, your hands wrapped around your shivering knees. Your hands - you know they're not going to protect you if a bomb does come your way. The bomb shelter is. The crust of the earth you're buried under is. Your hands, they just make you feel better, make you feel more protected.

And you believe that's all you've got - your hands and a loosely sheltered insecurity. You overlook the sturdiness of the shelter, the bruised soldier clutching tightly onto a gun, his eyes tightly transfixed onto the door.

But at the end of the day, you know that you're safe here. You know that by hiding here, you won't find yourself standing in the line of a crossfire. You know you wouldn't have to duck, or dodge. You know no one's going to be throwing a grenade at you. You know.

You know only because you believe. You believe only because you're sick and tired of being cynical. Because being cynical is the only defence you have between you and the disturbing reality of reality. Only by scoffing at physically impaired children, then you'd ease the pain of having to sympathize. Maybe not ease, but remove. You remove the pain, like it doesn't belong to you.

Being cynical allows a thorough assessment of every crappy situation you find yourself in, the do's and don'ts, the wrong and the right. You measure every criteria, index every index. You're afraid you'd find yourself in a position where you'd have to regret, so you avoid it like a disease. But the truth is, no one granted us superhuman foresight. We can't be in the know of everything before, now, and years later. We aren't capable of predicting, and sometimes even our instincts fail us.

So we have to rely on ourselves, on our better judgement. We enforce that better judgement, and if we're still flawed - at least we'd be able to tell ourselves that we've exhausted every possibilities and it was our best."


Seriously. Deep stuff.

Took me three skims to fully comprehend what he's putting across.

And the author? An 18-year-old Singaporean boy. I feel so ashamed of myself.