Of Clichéd Sayings

Proverbs and sayings are being used at an alarming rate. What is scary is that the entire meaning of that phrase itself becomes either overly dramatised or ignored all together. My good friend quoted one recently. “History repeats itself," she said. Now, what can you possibly make of this sentence? That something that occurred at least once before will occur again?

Two events may be similar in more ways than one, but are not the same, per say. Similar, yes, but in the most subtle of things. Things remind you of certain occurrences of the past. Sometimes, it’s all more than just a déjà vu. But are they repeated events, literally? Of course not. Two events are never the same. If that is so, then why do similar things keep happening? I’d say it’s because we let them happen so. We tend do the things in the most comfortable of ways that we are used to doing and thus, we ourselves lead these events to take place all over again. And we are so busy in this process that we don’t even realise doing so. It is only when the event has been done, that we shrug and say,”Yeah well, history repeats itself.” The irony.

Nostalgia

This post has been long due. I've been so caught up with all the things that are happening in my life that I seem to have forgotten to do the things that I love. Let me tell you one more thing about myself. I adapt pretty easily. You might say that I am a pushover, I'll just take it as one of my many weaknesses. I tend to agree to what the whole crowd says. I rarely speak out. The reasons are many. Sometimes, I shut up seeing that there is no use whatsoever in arguing, either because the other party is too dumb to comprehend the facts that would be glaring at their faces, or just because I wouldn't have cared enough. Other times I just quietly laugh off the stupid assumptions made by others. I find them to be baseless. I mean, what's the point in arguing with someone who has the brains of a 4 year old and the guts of the one soldier who backed out during the war? Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that I chose to put up my thoughts, on varied topics, online, through this blog. And off late, I seem to have neglected doing so.


Well, here I am again. I did start off a blog on WordPress. But I came back here. I find it really hard to let go things. I do not forget anything. My mind just chooses to remember every little detail even though there would be no effort to do so on my part. I've not decided if that is a good thing or not. Yet. Insignificant details are literally just embedded in my brain cells for what, I have no idea. They say that you never really forget anything. You just choose to ignore it. You tend to push it to the deepest part of your memory cabinet and you never go there, unless circumstances call for it.


I was recently talking about unwillingly taking the road of nostalgia to a certain friend of mine. I thought it was a weakness. But then, I was made to realise that without memories, life would be meaningless. I mean, so much for the meaning'ful' life of ours (this is the part where I start mulling over what the hell IS life all about?). But still. Anyway, here's to memories. Good or bad, who cares.


And RIP to HPDH. (Courtesy to a certain mod)