Perception.
Try connecting these dots.
Have you ever played this game called, "Pass down the message"? Very often the perception of the last person on the line is very different from that of the first person, though the exact same message is supposed to be passed down. This is perhaps, one of the greatest imperfections of life. The way we conceive information.
Have you ever played this game called, "Connect the dots"? After linking up those dots on the paper, you took a second look and nothing was emerging from the image even though you thought you're linking up something? You looked again, and realized you have linked the wrong dots in the first place. People think they can connect the dots, they think they can conceive the resulting image just by looking at those dots, just by their first impression. They link up the dots according to their impression, and the dots never lead them to anything because the dots are not meant to be linked up in the first place. Perhaps, impressions by itself, is a defect.
Our impression leads to our perception. Impressions are like random dots on a surface, while perceptions are the images that we plot in our minds before we even start linking up those dots. We get impressions everyday in our life, but why do we always have to connect the dots? Sometimes, they really have no meaning at all. By linking up those random impression, one would only get a messed up image that looks more complicated than a 6th Dimensional Orb structure.
I want to take things in life as it is. Capture these impressions, make them beautiful, yet making sure I don't make a perception up of it. Why bother making perceptions when impressions by itself are blissfully appealing. Don't make a judgement, don't attempt to plot the dots, just appreciate it. But very soon, I will be getting myself a magical pen, a pen that I can use to help me plot these dots, without me forming any initial perception of what the image will look like eventually. I'm very confident that this pen will help me form the most beautiful picture out of these random dots. This pen is just, magical.
My Magical Olympus Pen.
PS: I want to leave many different impressions on many different people in this post. I wrote it this way. Draw a perception based on it if you want. But honestly, I dislike such perceptions that complicates life. Words are just words.
Till Long,
Peyu.
Re-posted: Waiting for time.
Thank you for the beautiful essay. A nice way to acknowledge that I've read your blog i guess? Don't mind if I link your blog, for they will never know who you are just by looking at it. Credits to: http://moleculina.xanga.com/
Sometimes you do not get the things you want, the way you want it to be, and at the time you want it to happen.
It is like how you get tired of watching the clouds go by and still sit at that very spot waiting. You know you sat at that spot on the garden bench for quite sometime, almost all your life. You could get the hang of it, the momentum of the long wait. Then an old man dressed simply would walk by and take that seat next to you. He would then ask in a gentle voice, almost a whisper, "Hello, what are you waiting for." You were taken aback because you had never seen anyone before. In this land filled with nothing but an empty garden bench and truckloads of white fluffy clouds, no one came by. So I sat and waited. He came by and talked to me, so i told him everything i could think of. He was a kind old man and was wise and honest. He seemed to know everything and he could do anything, so i began to ask for things. I wanted houses and beautiful meadows and all the lovely things i could think of. He gave them all to me. Soon my world was filled with golden trees which grew ruby fruits, jade grass blades and sapphire streams.
He sat on the same bench as he watched me discover all the beautiful things he had given to me. I realised that he began to grow even older but he still smiled as i walked towards all the new things.
But soon ruby fruits and diamond dew were not enough, i began asking for big houses, fast cars, all the richest and everything else. He gave them all to me.
The same thing happened, he watched me as i walk towards those things he had blessed me with, and he was delighted that i loved them, but he never ceased to age. His wrinkles began to crease even more as he grinned at me. It began to seep deep down into his skin.
I stayed in the mansion he gave me, i slept on the huge bed and had silk pillows and all but the old man continued to sit on that old and creaking bench. He never came in.
But i was asking for too much.
I realized that nothing could ever please me, so what was i chasing for. In that empty mansion, there was no one else and i could not understand why i asked for that. The bench we sat on began to grow rusty and soon the old man stood up and called me.
I walked out of my house politely and went towards him.
He told me that there is nothing that actually wanted for. All that i wanted were nothing at all, and he took them all back. Nothing but clouds were left.
He told me that all i have to do is sit and wait. As time passes, everything will be revealed and you will get everything you can ever want.
I sat with that old man everyday and waited as time passed, things came by and went away, but only the old man stayed.
Wait.
Time to put a .
Changing Course
Its been steering into the darkest valley, seeking for the brightest light towards the end. But the further it cruises, the darker it seems. Maybe its time to end the journey, to turn back, and to re-plot its course. Its time to change course. At least, I'm sure it's brighter at the end where it all began. So Ahoy! Get on the deck, for we will roll up the anchor and turn back. Wish me luck my friends, for its gona be yet another harsh journey 
Time to start running, not away, but across. Catch me if you can.