Princess Banter

Some days I just feel like being random and speak in tidbits instead of coherent sentences. Today is one of thoes days
So here goes

I. Keep Moving

Everyone has bad days right? And every once in a while we get slammed.Right?Today was a pothole down my road... more like a giant manhole infested with maggots the size of big macs. I don't know why I constantly let trivial things get to me like the pettiness of people, for instance. I know I am above it, I know I cam be more rational and act a lilttle bit mature.. but hell no!

If anything, I try to live my life so rationally and apply so much logic and understanding to prove to myself that the choices that I didn’t make but have somehow manifested in mylife, are good for me or that maybe situations could be worse.

So let the rational me spend time lying to myself about the choices I didn’t make and for the ones I have, I love a little irrationality, going crazy and sometimes something simple as consideration.

“whatever people need can be simply categorized into two broad things, one set of things are needed for your survival (clothes, bags, cars, money) and the others to keep you alive and living (consideration, love, empathy). The problem is we spend loads of time filling the first set when its really the second one we need”

I know better than to trust my instincts. It's something that I've picked up along the way -- mostly from smart people who give me sound advice, but sometimes I slip and it's beyond me why I insist on getting burnt multiple times. Another thing that bothers me is the obscene amount of self-absorbent people out there. When did the ship from Planet Selfish sail over to Earth to bring all these immigrants in? People who are true and sincere listeners are a rare commodity. People who actually take cues from your non verbal talk are almost extint. But when I seemingly find someone like that, I get scared... I get scared that they would think I'm self-absorbent. I don't like being the epitome of my own worst enemy.

Sadly, I think it's getting there. I'm becoming my own worst enemy. I need to listen to myself more.Learn form my mistakes.

II. Whats with the pay packages?

Its so sicking that in their twenties, people who are well off,have no one to support for, eat soo much in a day they could feed a refuge camp in sudan, line up for jobs based on pay packages.Now, I am not saying we don’t need money,I mean we all work and have worked at some point of time – for various reasons – some more profound than the other. And yes, most of us have worked for pay checks? Havent you? If not, congratulations on being nobel and passionate .. we need more people like you.. seriously!!

But what I am talking about is how material wealth and money have become the convoluted indicator of success in our times. This stems from the human mentality of wanting more than what we really need to survive. It is the desire and the yearning for more. We like having the capacity to earn more so that we may be able to own whatever we fancy -- regardless of whether or not we need it. It's not wrong to want pretty things, is it? And maybe for some, it isnt wrong to want more. But when materialism is grossly mistaken for ambition it becomes unhealthy.

Please, be more aware of what kind of “work” makes you happy which city you would like spending you weekends at?. Be ready to put in that extra effort but not just for that extra money which will only make you want more than what you really need.

III. Love

I have never been married and I have never been a mother. And I have never loved to the point of surrender and I have never come across anyone who has been able to describe to what if feels like to love.I have yet to understand and experience how it is to love… and more so unconditionally -- to love still yet be not loved in return.I do know enough though that unconditional love does exist as I have been a recipient of it. I never felt worthy of it though. It is a kind of love that is bigger than me and larger than life itself. Obstacles such as pride, ego and dignity often get in my way as I find that I have an overabundance of it.

To fathom this concept is nearly attaining nirvana as I can imagine, it ought to take a certain level of intellect and maturity to take it all in. Or perhaps, it's the complete opposite. Maybe love -- unconditional love -- is simpler than we all think it to be.

To give and not expect any exchange, and to smile in the midst of jabs directed straight at the heart. And to not let anything get in the way of feeling so strongly for someone even if one would have to sacrifice a lifetime. And to give up everything that one possesses without once thinking about it. Blind submission to the point of fatuity.

Simple yet magnanimous.

"The only love worthy of a name is unconditional" - John Powell