Sunny is Great

It is very interesting how although we seem to be surrounded with tangible things, what we actually think, talk, write about, and concentrate on are rather abstract things that are hard to grasp and hard to understand.

MEMORY

(For some reason, sunsets make me think of the past)

I am a pretty lagging behind person. (If this is an expression). I mull over things from long time ago for ever and ever. It is very bad to just sit and think about the past, but that’s what i do. I learned that psychologically, we tend to remember things in a more rosy version, so i guess this is half of the reason why i think about my past so much. Everything looks so precious in retrospect, so I sometimes even miss my worst memories. Since i love thinking about the past i love looking at photo albums as well. Time to time i sit down and look at all of the albums in my house, including the yearbook and look at all the faces. Being captured in the past is definitely not a good thing. However, I think memories are gifts. If we do not have lovely thoughts to refer back to, if we do not have things that we can depend on, and if we do not have the opportunity to smile at the infancy of us what will be the joy of life? Memories compose us and we compose those memories. Without my memories I will not be able to be who I am right now, and i will have no such memories if i am not who i am right now. We live a busy life, and it is always sad, lovely, and relieving to think about my precious memories and take a mental break.

WORRY

people who know me well enough will know how much i worry worry and worry just like the elf above. If ‘worry’ was something i could touch i swear i will grab it and tear it into parts, burn it, and then sprinkle it over the ocean. I worry until i get so occupied that not only is my mind malfunctioning but also is my body. To me, worry=headache=inability to pursue normal life. I think worries are things that should be overcame in order to have a successful life. Of course, it is a problem if you do not worry at all and live a completely blithesome and happy life, but i think that the fact that you are worrying too much shows the incapability of controlling your mind. It’s scary how such a small word and a intangible thing can be so big that it can dominate, influence, and basically shake my life.

DREAMS

apparently, Disney Land is “where dreams come true”. However, unfortunately, in spite of the fact that i am a very avid Disney lover, my dreams did NOT come true. Well, it will be a lie to say that none of my dreams came true but, not all of them. I think dreams are essential to our lives. Dreams are what helps us hang in there and dream more. I am a dreamer. I always day dream and think about my wonderful future. Sometimes, it is hard for me to come down to the real world, but i am always thankful that i can actually have a dream. When i say dream, i do not necessarily mean goals of life, or dreams that you dream when sleeping. I think i will put it as a vague, perhaps false and fantasized hope.

I have to get off topic because i just can’t stay on topic. I just realized how i sound like a person who wants to escape from the reality. In fact, people who read this post might think that i am living a pretty depressing life. I talk about how i miss my past, how i always worry, and now i am talking about how i have false hopes and dreams!!! But, although this may be true, i do not hate my life, and i would like to call myself a rather carefree happy person.

Well, to go back on topic… i have to say i love dreaming. Life may be beautiful but i always think that it can be more beautiful, and dreaming of it can be the first step of making the life more beautiful.

LOVE

Love is such a weird thing, and i will like to end my post with this weird thing, and i think that this funky picture well depicts the amorphous nature of the amorous feeling of love.  Also, honestly, i cannot say that i know much about love, but still i want to be a fool for now and talk about it. There are so many types of loves, but i think the love between opposite sexes (or same) is highly interesting. People just love love, which must be the reason for almost every drama to have the theme of love. I think it is very ironic that people talk about love so much, when in fact they do not know love so well. For some reason, i associate love with illusion. When people think that they are in love, they really think that they are in LOVE. They think that the love that they have is so pure and genuine that it will last for ever. However, interestingly, people tend to find another “love” again in their life time, which will feel as pure and genuine as their past love. Moreover, it is very odd how people usually know what they are feeling with an exception of love. People know for sure that they are embarrassed, angry, happy or sad. Not many people ask “Am i sad?” to others, but so many people ask “Do you think i’m in love? Maybe i am in love? is this love that i am feeling?” This complicated and somewhat profound nature of love makes me think of the magic eye thing that tricks you to think that you are looking at a picture when really you’re not. Maybe love is like that, maybe it’s not there but we think that it is there. I know that it is silly to talk about love in such a young age, but really i think love is something that nobody can figure out.

Oh, and i really wonder why hearts look like hearts, because the real heart does not look like that…

photo credit: http://goflorida.about.com/library/graphics/sunset3.jpg

http://www.maniactive.com/Valentine/chakra-heart.jpg

http://eventservices.disney.go.com/files/10945349.jpg

http://www.elfwood.com/art/b/u/buddgirl/worry.jpg.html