Humans are unique beings gifted with both sentience and rationality. These dual components live in a dynamic equilibrium, where its proportion and harmony depend on the poise one juggles. In this perpetual
tug of war, a dominant-subservient-relationship often leads to nothing but chaos.
A conversation in
康熙来了 struck me with a pang of uneasiness. One of the female guests was explaining how a memorable odor ignited a myriad of intricate emotions. Tears pooling in her eyes, at the brink of gushing out her vulnerable dam.
Oh my. What about mine, does this trigger exist? A smell? An image? A thought? A touch? A cascade of questions led to the spine of my mental turmoil --
when was the last time I embraced my emotions, truthfully, selflessly? Since when did apathy consume me? In light of that, I delved deep into my memories, conjuring up flickers of reminiscence. Unsurprisingly, the stark contrast between the irretrievable past and present is eminent. What's appalling is my impassiveness.
Oh. A curt remark smothered with undue bitterness.
In my pursuit of excellence, self esteem has compelled me to strive, strive and strive for fear of losing the marathon of life.
It was especially bad this year. My visual field was so focused and narrowed on my goals. And of course, I managed to cruise through the year of vicissitudes with tenacious effort. However, as I widened my eyes, my periphery vision became so ...
foreign? It reminded me of a song,
离家不远 by
南拳妈妈 singing "
当我满载成就回头向起点望,灰尘布满翅膀飞不回那扇窗". I'm marveled by the duality of time -- the miraculous potion and the merciless poison. Latter in this context, sadly. I was so attuned to the pace of a hectic lifestyle, that I overlooked other things that matter too.
This tug of war was played by asymmetrical forces. And so, subconsciously I was whipped into an apathetic robot. In hindsight, recalibration is essential and I hope that the late revelation hasn't inflicted irrevocable damage.
I touched the reflection in the mirror, and I claimed a smile that didn't touch its hitherto-uncrinkled eyes. It offered no solace. Music and literature did though.
In this tugging war,
eclecticism is always the best policy.