CYCLONIC FORCE

I often times think of what could there be if the sky is never blue on sunny days? and never gray when there's a storm coming? how will the earth be, if trees aren't green and lands are never brown? will the people be different or everything will still be the same? does one color has something to do with the way we believe things? does a particular color has the power to change a single thing?

sometimes, we tend to question the existence of something that is already there. we debate on things that shouldn't be argued about. we love to doubt on stuffs that we shouldn't mind of in the first place. human nature. that explains everything. we may tend to be so nosy because we have minds that are superbly unbelievable. we always have this variety of knowledge that either leads us to destruction (for worst) or bliss (for best). we have the tendency to be a monster and at the same time a saint. humans are really unpredictable. humans are superheroes themselves. we are the wildest jackass. we are the greatest theft. we have sins loaded on us, too unbearable yet too light to keep. we have tons of memories that are worth the blood-sweat. most of the times, we reminisce not because we have no choice when we're alone, but it's like a drug that we are addicted to. loving it as we continue on using it.

what has life to do with transitions then? i guess at some point in our lives, we tend to be someone we really wanted ourselves to be. although there is no specifics, we just go with the flow and adapt to whoever we're with. may they be good or bad, it usually depicts a sense of us. a sense of what we are really looking for and a sense of exploring our other side. when we are done with that, we actualize if we really wanted to be the person that we are or we need another transition that would greatly satisfy ourselves.

if i were to talk about my transitions, i can say that it has never been easy wearing a lot of different masks. it was never easy taking criticisms and negative feedbacks from people who do not understand why i am undergoing so many changes. it was never easy living a life so full and eventful with all those different throngs and a lot of hose who consider you an important friend, yet i have only a few in my list. the best lesson i gained from this is the maturity of handling relationships with other people and being a good friend. the bad lesson? is that i never grow with lessons i should be learning for myself alone. the aspect of my being where i should be exploring relationship with a man, and now that i am in a complicated situation with a person who doesn't even know he brought a lot of changes in my life, i think i am learning and that i am moving on.

life is indeed cynical. there will always be a sinister of storm clouds. yet, this shouldn't allow us to be hapless. we have to think of the rainbow after the storm. we have to think about the colors, and i would agree that indeed colors have a connection to our living senses.