(This is one entry I sent for De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde’s literary folio, Shades of Gray. It went past the Literary editor and the EiC. But in the end it got cut off by the top management. But my Editor-in-Chief sure knew this piece can stun the reader.)
A loving and perfect God…
Those who have the habit of correctness and precision can do things by design; those who don’t usually have to depend on luck. And when we fly in airplanes or undergo surgery or file our tax forms, we feel better if we can depend on something more than luck. It isn’t luck that rings the right…
This was submitted to my Human Behavior in Organizations (HUBEORG) professor who was agitated when students used smartphones instead of listening to his lecture and actively participating in class.
To think that students would prefer using smartphones over classroom learning is perhaps a bizarre…
My eighteen-year-old cat died.
A cyst appeared on her left cheek the week before.
The cyst grew in size shortly thereafter, and then exploded. The wound became infected. Her left eye suffered to the point of blindness. Head and mouth movements felt excruciatingly painful for her. Pity.
I love your smile.
The curved lips of yours previewed the ecstatic world you held within, and upon noticing I since resolved to someday enter your universe—and keep myself there. No hardship was able to stop me, not even the difficulty of building a deep emotional bond between us. I took my…
I found four kittens crawling across the street, wailing. I could have just proceeded in buying today’s newspaper, but I feared that vehicles might crush these kittens to a bloody pulp.
So I put them in a plastic bag, biked all the way to an empty street, and left them in front of the gate of…
lmao i actually put this in my presentation..
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Well, speaking from the psychological standpoint of the kind of individual I believe you’re referring to, I would suggest that the unique mental disposition develops first and thus a unique appearance follows. My initial motivation to disregard my “normal” appearance, was my absolute repulsion for the banality that I associated it with, as I’m sure is the case with most individuals who renounce their prescribed appearances.
I needed to do whatever I could to remove myself from a lifestyle of rigid uniformity, any rebellion I could muster in any way possible to send the message that I haven’t given up. Having devoted much time to the consistent existential engagement you refer to, it had become a necessity that I convey to others that I was not a mindless drone, that I wasn’t one of the living dead. A unique appearance eludes to depth and intention, demanding from others some degree of attention and speculation…good or bad, but it will be a catalyst for change either way, as subtle or trivial as it may at first seem.
Soon you’ll be ashes or bones. A mere name at most—and even that is just a sound, an echo. The things we want in life are empty, stale, trivial. - Marcus Aurelius