Epiphany...

I have not blogged in a month. I am sorry (this is me apologising to the more responsible me).

Having said all that, the excuse is as it always has been, exams and travel! On the bright side, I am graduating in exactly two weeks! So...that break was really worth it (not).

Today's post is more of an...epiphany. Can you imagine what our lives would be like if we didn't meet certain people, or do certain things? I mean...where would we be? Would life be better? Or worse?

It's quite profound, I agree. But it's brain wrecking. The whole point is to imagine.

But all in all, many people in our lives impact the way we are. It's like a post in Humans of New York discussed, stating that the eyes do not see. They merely interpret. It's the brain that sees. What we see depends on our experiences, people we've met, our understandings and so on.

There's always a thin line between seeing, looking and perceiving.

And I always believe in perception.

"Shit Happens" Part II

The evening started off with us editing the most hilarious essay ever. Well not really but we never tend to realise the mistakes we make when we are sleep-typing (don't pretend you don't know what that is...you know exactly what it is. We are the procrastination generation!)

Anyway, the fun night slowly evolved into a rather serious night with all the profound talks about life, friends, relationships, boys, girls, noise, family...everything possible. But one thing that struck me most was this one sentence we constantly kept repeating, "I have gone through so much shit."

Have I? Have I really gone through so much shit? I mean for a 20 year old girl (note, girl. Not woman) to say something like that should be meaningful. But then again, "shit" could vary in understanding and definition according to various people. For one person, "I have gone through so much shit." could mean "I took the longest dump today." whereas for another it could mean, "My friends don't understand me." and for another, "I am 18 and pregnant."

My point is, the parameters of defining "shit" could be anything, really. The shit I go through can be a huge deal for me, but a small deal for someone who's "shit parameters" are more widely defined than mine. Make sense? No. Then the point of my so called "post" has gone through to your head. Do reflect upon it.

For more information on shit, please read "SHIT HAPPENS"