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Foolsophy

we are once a wanderer of our own, chasing what’s on our mind within our own thoughts, solves our worriedness in loneliness, seeking the power of melancholic writing or searching for romanticized-lyric, just to give some relieve in our heavy-unshared thinking.

then we bumped into someone, when suddenly this customs are, well it’s not really an obligation, but you know you need some adaptation.

adjusting, to share what’s on your mind, to let them wanders around your thought with you, to welcome them on your world.

and somehow, it wasn’t as hard as you predict it would be. there’s still some things you keep to yourself, which is fairly humane I think. but after all, those fences you thought no one else could break, is piece by piece flew by without you even noticing.

 

 

that’s one person you talking about.

what about others, that came along with it?

is your fence wide enough to welcome those? or do YOU have the willingness to open your fence for them? are you comfortable enough, to adjust your highly-privatized life and turn it into a complete opposite of it?

 

human relationship possessed a completely strange vibe. you could switch over to a different personality you have never know ever existed. you suddenly have power to give in your human nature, and give way for others characteristic to penetrate you. you NEVER wanted to change things in that particular person, that never bother you in the first place, they are still as perfect as you found them way back them. you LOVE how they found comfort on others, as much as you found it on your own. then you started to consider, are you  too “exclusive”, too picky, or just vibrate in a completely odd frequency compare to others? you tried to change yourself, thinking maybe the exact problem lies within you and your stupid fences.

 

but then the question next is, are you absolutely pleasant with it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“you could still be

what you want to be,

what you said you were,

when you met me” 

Medicine-Daughter

 

 

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Amaze, Discovery, Feral, Happiness, Human, Life, Live, Love, Unbelievable, Uncategorized

Capability

The greatest gift God ever gave to humanity is the capability of surviving.

The urge to protect yourself from harm; the urge to have chances; the urge to live.


It not always have to be some major act, things like searching for free food when you have no money on your pocket, or scream your lungs out when something scared you off, or even to push yourself to cheat on test when you ran out of time.
These acts, are the way your body telling you to survive, because yes they wanted to have chances.

Your body and mind believe that there will be something more, hopefully better, after those moments.


So this morning, I read these moving articles about these extraordinary children called feral children.
These children have bravery and willingness to live, higher than any other people you might ever know, since they survived themselves by living with animals.

From the tiniest age, they already taught themselves how to live, to eat, to crawl like animals, just so that they could live another day.

And it’s not a matter of a week or two, but years of survival.
One child, for instance, whose life already transmitted into dozen kinds of documentaries in Ukraine, found living with dogs for 6 years, she can barely spit any kind of human voices when found and preferring to act as her companion: dogs.
On other cases, this Cambodian girl, who spent most of her life in a rare jungle for almost 19 years, was found in the jungle. After living as “human” for 3 years, she still craves the needs to live as one of the jungle community.
Fled back several times to the nearest jungle, slept for days in farms, refused to speak and clothed, she continues to show her longing for her old life in the jungle.

As I read further case after case of these feral children, when pity surrounded the news and discussion board as they continue to find ways to redirect these children to the normal terms of humanity, I felt sad instead.

Sad because, what if these children found comfort not within human, but within animals?

What if these constant compulsions to make them as people in general, are actually making them frustrated and happiness that people wanted them to feel are ceased instead?

Happiness is subjective.
We can’t generalize things that made one person happy will create the same result to the others.
We might think that the ability to speak, to walk straight, to talk to others, can create happiness.
But others, strange as it is, might find happiness in the middle of silence, in the moment when their skin touches dirt and soil, in the comfort of animals as companion.

People who never been introduce to proper urban life, who spent most of their life living under poor condition with no technologies, might be happier than us who has been exposed to many different kind of modern living.
With “not knowing” what they have been missing,they ARE happy beyond words.
The way we taught them that there’s so much more out there, on the other hand, is may somehow increasing their span of happiness level and at the same time decreasing their state of happiness.
Knowing more, making them feeling less, if that’s make sense.

Prosperity is, suddenly, a warranty of achieving happiness.

 

 

What made me even sadder after reading site by site of these feral children, is not the condition these kids have been living.
But how, after being back to humanity, some kids found the companions of rural animals and bonds they’ve made are far better than human they have been known.

Is their home so bad, they rather spent their entire lifetime with creatures who know nothing but how to survive?
Is human love, things we celebrate and proud of the most, somehow can be weaker than animal instinct?


To read more about these incredible and brave children:
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20151012-feral-the-children-raised-by-wolves
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/videos/feral-children/
http://www.tampabay.com/features/humaninterest/the-girl-in-the-window/750838
And Wikipedia always a good source of curiosity 🙂

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Ring of Life

It’s hard to be kind-hearted human being, when every living thing you saw are destructive and behaves as their own, never consider their surrounding as they are trying to survive themselves.

Whether to survive on living, on keeping their pride high, or just simply to be a well-being human.

 

 

But it’s even harder to be kind-hearted AND honest human being.

To be able to speak as you see fit, to share everything you believe in, and to shorty tell the truth, without hurting or declining others. Without making your pair have to fake their happiness in crowded places, while those miserable feeling you affected to them sticks to their head the whole day. Without loosened someone else confidence while yourself wholeheartedly told what’s on your mind, without spicing it up, without any intention to do so.

 

Our society pushed us every single day, to be kind. But they also urge us to be honest. Kind and honest are the pearls that human expected to dig and search more, further to adjust their lives wearing these two day to day.

But do you believe that kind AND honest; could walk side by side, to create this word a pleasant world to live in?

 

 

My own self-conscious thought that you don’t have to be honest, to be respectively kind

Yet you also don’t immediately be a kind person, when you speak as you heard, or think, or feel.

Because this world revolves around human with complicated mind, unpredictable expectation yet their own sorrows that haunted them in each steps they took. You can’t generate or even categorize human to this one specific criteria, because human are extremely complex. One thing might work with you, but not with others. The rising and glory of one person might be the downfall of others.

To be kind, you need to spice your words with, not necessarily true circumstances, but words which brought happiness. Or simply to seal yourself into blabbering something that don’t give any impact to others, only hate/hurt/disappointment.

On the other hand, telling the truth is at some point, hurtful. The reality you brought to people might waken them up from their own reality, their own made-up fact that they tend to believe in to. But people are different from any other creatures; they can withstand pain, and reversely they could saw others suffer. The importance of telling the truth, in my opinion, lies on human judgment and the ability to navigate their self-control, to satisfy not just themselves but also others.

Is your truth screamed louder than others happiness? Are those facts needed to be heard, or you just stating something that meant nothing to you, but literally the world for someone else?

Is it necessary to lean toward honesty, rather than being kind?

Or lighten people up with truth that has been sheltered, will lead them with, might be not an immediate happiness, but reality?

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