21 July 2011

Woah! I'm still surprised how much I wrote!

I actually had a lot of thoughts last night, a lot to write about— but now I forgot, which is a shame.

Finished Kerouac, finally. I would be a bit self-serving to say that I feel like my writing style has been similar to his lately. Maybe just a little influenced by his writing. Either way, On the Road was a good book. Particularly right now, this time in my life I need to read about how people are seeing other people through other people's eyes. Get it?

*Next book is Sun Tzu's Art of War.


Last night another dream materialized. The first night was a nightmare, the second a murder, gladfully the third night was relatively calm. I was swimming on the surface and underneath me swam these whale sharks. I felt like I was floating— the serenity still stuck in my head.



At dinner the other night, my parents and their friends stumbled upon this topic of religion and spirituality. I decided to let loose again how I feel about it all. My parents actually listened this time, I mean really listened. Me, being pretty much the master of analogies, came up with something so profound, that I would be proud to say you might be proud of me.

Here it is:

In matters of religion (and pretty much all things), I told everyone, it's like if a ninety-nine people have tasted a scoop of chocolate ice cream, but one person sits there having never tasted one in his life. No matter how hard everyone else try to describe the taste, the sensation, the moment the cold cocoa hits their mouths, the wonderfulness of the feeling (or to some, pain, if they despised chocolate ice cream), that person will never be able to fully understand and translate those words into meaning unless that person be allowed to taste a serving himself.

Think about this if you're parents or a child. Your parents can tell you a million times that the stove is hot, but it's the first time you actually had to feel the pain from touching the heat yourself is it rendered in your mind, and completely understood, "Try not to touch another stove."

If everyone would really incorporate the chocolate ice cream theory into their mind (me included) the world would be a better place. There would be a level of understanding unseen in our world than right now. We would never try to inflict any pain on another human being, or even better, all pains would be understood and compassions realized. I believe it's not love the world needs, it's compassion.


I hope that made sense to most people.


In other news, wow, I really have a lot to say in the end, finally met this Buttercup (nicknamed) character my friend has been talking about. Either she's been built up significantly (some by my friend, mostly by myself anyway...), or I get ridiculous shy in front of girls I have interests in. I find myself a lot less charming in front of girls I'm attracted to.

Actually, what I haven't shared with the blog is that I'll probably be off the dating world for a while, at least not until very very very significant feelings arise. I joked to some about what I would do if the ONE, not a one, but THE ONE, were to pop in front of me before my planned world trip. At this point, I probably would be least romantic and let her be. It would be really hard to put a girl in the equation of the most significant trip I'll ever take in my life. Either it'll work out afterwards, or I'll have just let another one go. Oh well, life's not all about finding your reciprocal anyway. I'm fine by myself... for now.


Didn't want to leave without sharing a picture. Today from my walking around in the city with this new friend Anna, a fellow filmmaker. She was particularly fascinated in Bangkok's traffic and our contrast between traditions and modern infrastructure.




Cheers, good night.
Pete

2 comments:

  1. Ahhhhhhhhhh........... my very own homeland!

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  2. cool just added on the road to my to read list, which i will get to... eventually i did read art of waar a while back though

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