Single Thought 008
The existences of individuality in us are but such intrigue uniqueness in common day commonness. Our so called ordinariness of independence with ourselves is but an excuse to what seems to be ignorance to the conception of individualism. This is why our egoism is perceived as self-centeredness and insensitivity amongst this society of so called friendly sociable and modest unpretentious minds. Which beget my notion of human identity in the direction of empty nonsensical words which cannot truly be grasped nor comprehend. Afterall, no one really understood anyone in totality for sure. If you have read till this sentence, you would realized that the prior 149 words are truly meaningless. I too have problems understanding my tangerine self.
Yet reading my own words are at least identifiable compared to dry understanding of my own feelings. I'm still fascinated at how I can adore someone so much that I can also hate them at the same time. I can yearn for such great longing for certain person and in addition willing to let go for the sake of their lifelong happiness. And I sometimes say that I love someone indefinitely only to realize that I love myself more than to sacrifice everything for love. For which I question myself, do I adore my condone detestation, desiring every freedom of infidelity as well as loving individuals for the intention of imminent self-satisfaction? If I were to optimistically rephrase my thoughts, then my decency would have transpire adoring love for my enemies, rendering selfless passion of unpossessive devotion and saying the three magic words only because I know that being with that significant other will make me an even better person. My insight of my existence is truly grey, neither black nor white. Surely my eyesight observing my self reflection leans to beauty in all ways possible. Then again, I rather identify autonomy alike playing the piano. It's when I varied the fusion of both black and white ivory keys that I will result promising sheer music of desires. Afterall, most masterpieces are shaped by many notes.