6.50pm… I wish this moment would stand still for a while… enough for me to take it in until my desire to witness beauty is satisfied. Looking out of the window of my noisy train, I see a greying world with just a tinge of colour, like an artist delicately touching up a charcoal painting with a pastel-paint brush. The sky is lit with a strange grey light. The sun has already set, and the moon is yet to rise. Nevertheless, this grey glow lights up the world, gifting it an almost magical, mystical visibility, lovely to behold. I wish this moment would stand still for a while………

6.57pm… the sky has darkened… the moment is gone.

FUCK YOU!

Ever had the desire to just go to your roof-top and scream that out… to no one in particular… just to everything in general?

So have I.

There’s a song by Joe Satriani called “The Extremist”, and the title for this post may be inspired a little bit by that. Anyway…

Yesterday, I posted what could be classified as a poem, about rebellion. I posted about how I’m always against the flow. That’s true. I somehow always find myself doing what everyone else is not. Why? Not completely sure… maybe it’s just this desire to break the cycle, to be free from social norms, from what everyone else is doing or is supposed to do. Whatever. So far, it’s been quite easy for me to be a rebel. I’ve not had major problems with anything.

However, I’ve been thinking (not unnatural for me, is it?) … About how people sometimes claim to have the perfect answer to everything (or at least to most things). It’s highly amusing, however, to ask 6 different people what their perfect solution to a given scenario is, and then get at least 3-4 DIFFERENT perfect solutions, each contradicting the other. The first point I’m making is that please do not assume that you have got the perfect solution to something, and that all other solutions are not as good as yours. (Feel free to replace the word “perfect” by “ideal” in this paragraph, since the post is titled “The Idealist” and not “The Perfectionist”).

Secondly, let’s play with the word “ideal”. Read the rest of this entry »

Always against the flow
Always against the flow I go
Fuck this current
Fuck this stream
You may float further down this river,
Alive and breathing freely
But me, I’m going upstream,
Whether dead or living
You can’t hold me down,
You can’t take me to hell
I’m free to be me
Free to rebel!