Taciturn

Perfect is boring. When you lived this life without experiencing pain, grief, sorrow, anger or anything that wandered through negativeness, life is boring. When life bombards you with pure bliss, when the world introduce you to nowhere but the idea of happiness and glee, life is never lived. And I’m even thinking that life of pure happiness is sorrow in itself because happiness without the concept of sorrow destroys the concept of happiness. Pure happiness is blank because there’s no point of comparison. How will you know that you’re happy when you haven’t experience sorrow at all? Or grief? or pain?

It pays to be masochist to live this life. Life is painful and embracing pain is the only way to survive. It pays to be intellectual but to be intellectual tends you to overanalyze things so much that thinking is in itself painful. Controlling emotions is much painful, especially in this life where people command you to have composure, to have control and when you have the ability to control, you are good because you know how to hide yourself. You have to be delighted if you experience pain because that makes you human and being human is all that you can embrace. Being human makes us, and our unpredictability is something that we can enjoy. Or at least, cherish.

To be human is accepting the complications and accepting that these complications will lead you to more complications. It’s a never ending cycle until we are planted in the soils of this world. Life is a very mysterious piece and accepting its mystery is mystery in itself. Choosing to live the pain is the greatest mystery of all.