I’ve always wondered, at what point in our lives do we come to realise, if at all, that the universe, unfortunately, does not revolve around us. Maybe if you will it hard enough, things will end up fine. Just maybe. But we all know that that is not always the case.
We always imagine ourselves as main protagonists with an epic storyline ahead of us. There’s the romantic notion that every miniscule act will lead to an advancement in the plot, and that for every ounce of adversity we go through, we have to come out stronger eventually, prepared to face an even bigger foe. This too, is not always the case. You will find yourselves with days of stagnation and there will be days where you’re broken beyond recognition. And that all, is fine. There will be times where you face a dead end and there will be times you ask “Why?” Sooner or later you will realise, there isn’t always an answer and that you can only cower and cry. And that too, is fine.
You will find yourselves with days of stagnation and there will be days where you’re broken beyond recognition. And that all, is fine.
It’s hard to imagine how the world will keep going on when you cease to. After all, you’re only able to experience it through one perspective, one mind and one identity. Ironically, because of this singular perception of the world, it’s even harder to imagine that the story of the world takes a turn when yours ends. Not the world in general but those whose world you were a part of. How easy it is to just slip away, not knowing that someone might have been holding on. A tiny blip along the course of time, a permanent scar in one lifetime. Time numbs but it does not necessarily heal. People will move on but a part always lingers, a part that never forgets.
Shakespeare compared the world to a stage with all the people actors in the play of life. Actors don many masks. A frustrated scowl could transform into a charming grin at a moment’s glance. Words of scorn turn to words of praise. I guess, versatility is a necessary skill if you want to keep your show running. But what of those who go weary of wearing masks? What lies behind the plastered smile? Maybe after each performance, the cracks start showing. However, the show runs on a tight schedule, it goes on with or without you. The rest of the crew would shun you and the audience care not for what lies underneath. To remain on stage, you hope the mask, and yourself, push through another performance.
We may all be ripples amongst raging water, but it takes a ripple to form a wave.
We may all be ripples amongst raging water, but it takes a ripple to form a wave. We may only be a minor mention in the story of the world but we all have our stories to tell, and there are people willing to listen.
Soh Zhi Min (ME113)
Zhi Min is a self-deprecating pessimist who can’t give herself a break. Followers of the MBTI would be intrigued to know that she identifies as INFJ. The world she sees is a juxtaposition of the chaotic and the mundane, with a fair share of the absurd. She spends her free time zoning out, trying to make sense of it all.