Saturday, July 24, 2010

When you're in my shoes, the shoes of the neutral, you see what I see.
You see through the eyes that sees from both angles, angles that are very different.
I wish you could see what I see.
Wish you know that what you see is just from your point of view, have you been to the opposite side to see what they see?
Sometimes we tend to misinterpret people due to the fact that there is prejudice deep in our heads, we don't bother opening our mouths to ask what's going on.
When things happen, they happen for a reason, for 2 reasons, for many reasons. But do we know the reasons?
You may never know if you never ask.
And without asking, you have already made your own impression of them up in your head.
An impression that has an equal chance to be wrong as well as to be correct.

I wish people could see the situation.
To see the situation from both sides.
Because if only one person sees from both sides, the majority are the both sides.
It's not the opposition that wins, but the majority, that are the both sides against the one person.

If there were more people on neutral ground, I wouldn't be so lonely here in the middle.
Everyone has a side. They chose a side.
Sides so that they stand up for what they think is right.
But how can you see if it's right when all you see is one idea, and one principle?
If only there were more of me.
Then I wouldn't be this tired. This worn out.
Then I wouldn't be so incapable.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish I could see from your point of view, from your eyes. No matter what, you know how much I still care, yet you also realise caring for those who couldn't care less is something not worth keeping.

And you know me long enough, to know I don't harbour anything which I don't see worth in. Recent example? A-Levels.

Yes, it is my impression. Can I change my impression? Sure I can. But can they? Heh. Ironic question, isn't?

But I wish you well. You have fitted in enormously well in class. I couldn't have asked for a better result.

I can't change the past. I can only write the future. As for now, I see no longer a future among those I have left, maybe just a glimmer of a spark compared to the enormous light which I had thought I could be part of till the end of the course.

Wishful thinking.