Fruity.

You might have read my entire blog from the first post to the most recent, you may have agreed with the things I’ve said, you may have told me that the concepts I propose have challenged your perspectives, maybe told me that I see things a different way or that I say things few would say or think of.

You might have thought i was interesting or different from my peers because of the things i write about, my warped perspectives and haywire perceptions. A blog filled with compelling satire and decorated self made up theories.

Don’t take my word for it. At the end of the day, you’d want to ask, what do I know? I’m 19, I’ve not done a lot of traveling, maybe a little more than most of my peers, but still not much.  I’ve not fought in a war, I’ve not been to prison, I’ve not bled in a fight, I’ve not had any dying loved one whisper their last words into my ears, I’ve not been bungee jumping over the bridges in New Zealand, I’ve not gambled in Vegas or smoked pot in a coffee shop at Amsterdam.

“Life’s a mystery in itself” , I realize how cliche that sounds. You must have heard it a thousand times on TV, read it in books, seen it on T-shirts. I could talk about life, love, truth, freedom and everything else, yet I don’t have much experiences to base them on. Yet the good thing is, I somehow give direction to my own life, reading my own blog, maybe all those people wrote self-help books with the primary purpose of helping themselves, I mean, with all that research and editing (assuming they did It themselves), you’d definitely retain some information.

How many people actually know how it feels like to truly be happy. People convince themselves (and it appears to be quite effective) that they’re happy everyday and If you could see what I see everyday, It’s quite a sad sight. Irony in itself, it satisfies them, thinking they’re happy, never wondering if there could be so much more out there for them.  Maybe I do it too. I wouldn’t know. If i can’t directly feel what another person is feeling, how would I know if he’s really happy. As Kids, we slowly learn how to read the signs, how to recognize emotions, to be able to tell what someone is feeling, yet what really goes on inside remains a mystery.

Maybe thats one of the purposes of life we tend to overlook. Feeling. I mean really feeling. Going through every emotion, whether conceivable or not. Emotions that don’t have a name in the dictionary. That could be why people enjoy movies, music, television, stage plays, books and sorts, they bring out the emotions within, and It’s every once in a blue moon you get to experience emotions you never knew existed, sometimes you don’t know what you’re feeling, you feel lost, and you chuck all those nameless emotions together in the ‘lost’ box.

Maybe if you had the extra time you could take a look into that box, dissect it’s contents and get to know those emotions. Maybe we’re deeper than the dictionary says we are. That we’re not pre-programmed to only feel happy, sad, jealous, angry and every conceivable emotion.