L’odeur Villageoise

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La vie ne me paraît qu’aussi simple dans le village. Il n’y a pas de flux des gens, qui sont en trains de se ruer dans les différentes directions. L’odeur villageoise ne me fait nostalgique à qu’une époque, où j’étais un garçon, qui n’avait pas encore eu de la chance de m’exposer au monde d’extérieur. Tout ce que je faisait toujours, ce n’était d’imaginer sans cesse qu’une réalité picturesque d’un autre monde.

Airport Seconds

My journey has no end and my life has no plan. I thought I had amassed a huge amount of wisdom to lead a life of content but only to find out that I was no more than an average Joe, who was struggling to find his way.

Many people are walking past me. Some are on their way to their business meetings, some are about to embark on their holiday adventure, while I am sitting here in front of my laptop screen and pondering the meanings of life.

Life is short; hence why we should grab every opportunity by the horn and experience it to fullest.

 

April’s Day

On this April’s day, snowflakes are falling down incessantly. They are like tears of the Mother Nature, lamenting over not only the inescapable passage of time but also the imminent arrival of an unknown start.

Starting afresh isn’t like a walk in the park. Starting afresh under a teary sky is even harder-not knowing what the future has in store, oftentimes, triggers the fight or flight reaction in our deepest psychic.

When faced with challenges, do we fight or flight? Two seemingly easy choices that don’t always come with the presumed, dichotomous duality, and for many of us, fighting against the current is the only doable route to go down.

Snows are still falling heavily. The Mother Nature is lamenting over this unfair aspect of the reality. For us, the mortals, accepting what is, instead of what could have, would have, and should have been is the only way out from this heart wrenching lamentation of our own.

Different Circumstances=Different Decisions

People make choices. Oftentimes, the decisions that people make are determined by the different circumstances that they are under.

My lived experiences and others’ life stories have REALLY made me look at the limits of human capacities differently; whether or not the saying, such as if we can dream it we can achieve it, is just an unrealistically brainwashing mechanism that we deploy when we are immaturely innocent as citizens of this world, who are with a certain amount of privileges.

Not too long, I heard a statement on subject of being humble, made by a famous Canadian gossip blogger, Elaine Lui, of which made a big impression on me. In Elaine’s opinion, people, who are told and taught to be humble, are usually the ones that come from privileged backgrounds. Those, who are at the bottom of the social and financial hierarchies, who have to serve tea and wash others’ linens, don’t have the time to be occupied with manners; in particular, with the idea of being humble, because they have mouths to feed and are simply doing their job.

People, who do not come from a resourceful family, have a better understanding of the true reality from a young age. Hence why many of them examine the world through a pair of realist lenses, and hence why though they are aspired to greatness; however, they do not set their bar way too high to begin with. They refrain from tossing saying, such as if we can dream it we can achieve it, around so casually, because, in their own lives, they have known and are fully well aware of the limitations of human capacities.

 

What Was Once…Is No Longer The Case

What was once foreign will eventually become familiar, what was once taboo will eventually become normal, what was once intimate will eventually become distant, and what was once stagnant will eventually become active. Things are always changing. Every ticking sound of a clock notifies us the vanishing of the past and the arrival of the future.

The past can turn into the future at a second’s notice. Yet, the aspiration of shedding the old beliefs to make room for the progressive ones usually takes more than a second to be actualized. Quite often, months, years, and even decades are what is needed for the entire metamorphic process to be completed, and its impact to be deeply ingrained in the social fabrics and cultural tapestry.

I remember as a young teenager, I was made aware by the adults in my life that living together before marriage was a no-no. Dating entailed only hand-holding on a romantic outing, and perhaps, just perhaps, if situation allowed, some loving cuddling and gentle kissing. Any additional stimulating physical contact was considered to be taboo and inappropriate. Now, let’s fast forward to this moment, where I am writing this post. Having been living as an adult by myself in a different country for more than a decade, what was once considered by some in my proximity as taboo is no longer the case. In this different environment, people in a romantic relationship are almost, and always encouraged to trial run everything that is involved in a marriage life before officiating their lifelong commitment to their spouses on a piece of paper. People are to do, with their partner, more than just the simple canoodling, sex is also expected on the trial run agenda.

There is nothing wrong, according to some experts, necessary to have basic understanding of our partner’s sexual compatibility, in comparison to ours, in advance. That being said, the hard-to-shed stigma attached to sex still silences many of us from treating this subject apologetically. No matter which society we are in, regardless of our cultural background and how much of an advocate we are for a healthy sexual life, our memories of the old-schooled perception of sex still hold us back from fully celebrating it openly.

Most of us have no trouble discussing violence and being exposed to the gun-shot scenes every other ten minute on our screens; yet we feel uncomfortable, or should I say, ashamed for tackling any sex related subject, and swearing every once in a while. Sex is an integral part of us, but violence is not. Without sex, human cannot survive. Without violence, human can live on and potentially enjoy a long life. Maybe, it is time to let go of the past, by readjusting our viewpoints.

Is Santa Real?

Is Santa real?

If there was never a man, who would shower good kids, around the world, with gifts of their preference during the holiday seasons, why then do parents keep making their kids believe in someone, who has never been in existence, for centuries? Why do parents buy the gifts, put them under the mistletoe, and then tell their kids that they are delivered by the bearded man in a red winter coat on the reindeer-drawn sleigh?  One of the life lessons that parents have been teaching their kids from generation to generation is to never lie. What then makes it OK for parents to lie to their kids by inserting the image of a kind gift deliverer in their brains in the month of December? Do customs, traditions, and the holiday spirits conjure up enough power to validate the faux pretense of an invention that is not rooted in reality? Or, is Santa just an animated character, invented by adults, for the protection of children’s innocence in a chaotic world in hopes of amplifying and spotlighting the pure nature of human beings?

As human beings, we contradict ourselves often. We preach one thing, while our action proves to be otherwise. Although it is good to know what ought to be learned and practiced by a relatively decent human being professionally, morally, and spiritually; however, I wonder sometimes how applicable those professional, moral and spiritual guiding principles are in dealing with real life issues, under real life circumstance.

Histories have shown the differences that exist in between a research lab and a natural environment can cause divergence in yielding different outcomes. Maybe some of what we are supposed and expected to do are, in fact, realistically unfeasible in real life. Life is full of unforeseen challenges. Maybe, what we are conventionally discouraged from partaking in, due to a variety of reasons, may not be that harmfully conducive after all. What we are refrained from doing may actually have the power to shield us from hurt or to even add a bit of spice and excitement into our routine-based juggling.

Maybe lying is not that bad after all. Is Santa real? I keep on wondering.