Mr.Buyot’s Orgy Observations

August 31, 2004

The difference between

Filed under: Me, Myself & Eureka — Mr. Buyot @ 7:35 PM

As much as i’d like to admit, i’ve been fighting thru an episode which has was expected but never been seen. My thoughts were clear, but my actions were not. It’s a gruelling fight, where none has lost and none has won. It’s a reality fight, which none has been hurt, with an exception of my own soul.

My childhood, was not like any other childhood. I was born one day. In some ways, I lived a normal childhood. Playing, being mischievious, being a ruckuss, being myself. But then, a simple twist of fate, or shall i call it, bad timing, changed much of my own little life. This bad timing made me miss much of what i had hoped to experience, but i couldn’t turn back time, even if i wanted to.

At a young age, i began to assist in any way i can in order to repent my sins, my own bad behaviour. I have lived a childhood where my dreams were at lost, but i had the pleasure of seeing other dreams came true, bit by bit, but it wasn’t mine. For i begin a life to work at a very young age, others were living in dreams. I had the pleasure of living a different kind of dream, which i never thought to live at such a young age. I lost the time of my younghood. Others had the pleasure living. Others had the pleasure of living their dreams, as i had the pleasure to destroy my own in order to make other’s come true.

Luxury. I never had the luxury of being normal, but others do. I never had the luxury of living a somewhat normal life, but others do. I never had the luxury of living a normal childhood, but others do. I never had the luxury of building a treehouse with friends, just because my time was not for me but i feel lost. I never had the luxury of pursuing hard enough for my own dreams.

In front of me, there was a thin line. If i cross over, i lose my sanity. Something and someone held me back to stop me from crossing, saving myself. But, what shall i do? Shall i pursue or shall i lose more than i had already lost?

This episode has not yet ended, but it is in between. To what end, i will never know.

August 24, 2004

After choices

Filed under: Me, Myself & Eureka — Mr. Buyot @ 7:20 PM

Thoughtless. That’s what most would say. Ungrateful. That’s what most would judge. Confused. That’s what I am.

Not long ago, I was in a school which dropped me my first taste of love and pain. The memories, ahh, are just so sweet. Our flirtatious game never seem to stop in and out of school. We kicked, we play, we smile, we laughed. All together. Her pain and joy was shared, as she was never alone. But came a day, God gave me a lesson, “your choice is your destiny”. And did i make the wrong choice.

The pain. It wasn’t pain, it was sadness. It wasn’t sadness, it was hurt. The hurt. It scarred me. 1001 stitches, i thought it would heal. I was wrong. Wound reopened, I was in pain. Neither did i care nor felt the pain, but i knew it was eating me like a chocolate muffin. And so was i, eating a chocolate muffin to sedate myself. Was it worth enduring the pain? Yes, it was.

It was a choice. What is a “choice”? If you look into the famous Oxford dictionary mama would buy, it means a decision to your own liking, or something like that. But how do we understand the choices we make? Do we experiment them? Do we analyse them? Do we rip them apart and look into the small little parts that made it into one? No, we just live with it.

Some can say, the choices we make are the ones that can change our destiny. I agree with it and I resent it. Choices are just small parts in play that we called reality. A monkey is able choose between a good banana and a bad one. But does it change it’s destiny? No. The monkey still loves bananas.

We seem to assume that we are the ruling beings on earth. Why? Just because we choose to say our intelligence is the upper hand. Yet, we choose to suffer and make others suffer. Let me repeat, we make others suffer. Like it or not, yes we do. We choose to say whatever we want to, as I choose to write. But does it change anything? Does it change destiny? Maybe. Probably. I don’t know.

Every cycle I endured, I relived everything that had happened. Weird, sad but true. It is a wheel. But what makes it different is the choices I made. The choices I choose. The choices I thought was right. The choices my heart says “hey, go for it”. But was it worth it? Yea. Was it worth the pain? Yea.

Humans actually learn their lesson by regret. We choose to regret on whatever and whichever choice we make. If its good, we regret on why can’t we do any better. If its bad, we regret by sulking or resenting the choices we made. But how does a monkey regret? It just walk away and never look back.

My highschool drama was relived at the moment I never realise I was flying back in time. It was nice. It was sweet. But what did it end up to? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And i feel grateful for that, for I am happy it happened. For I am feeling joy with absolute no regrets. Am I lying? Probably not. Infatuation can be a pain.

We can be confused and consumed by our own regrets in choices we make. We say we are strong, but we are weak. You say you macho, I say Tom Selleck. It is to live with and to live without. It is part of us. Can we stop it? Yeah, only when you’re dead. As the great Samurai X has said, to die is easy but to live, it takes a lot of courage.

August 19, 2004

My Monkey Birthday

Filed under: Me, Myself & Eureka — Mr. Buyot @ 7:16 PM

As i worked thru my day, i took the slightest opportunity to lay back and think what has become from the years of my days. Now it seems harder to predict, harder to stipulate. My years as a son, brother, confidant, friend and colleague; has been worthwhile and thoroughly, wasted. Wasted not by my un-healthy activities, but merely placing myself at the mercy of others for most of the time in my life. Truthfully, i was merely and will always be a servant in the lives of my circle. A servant that will heed to his master’s call. I only have one master, but i have many ‘worldly’ masters pointing 1 finger at me with 4 fingers pointing back to them. But why i still serve? Because it’s my duty. My duty is to serve.

Strangely though, i asked myself, a servant? Huh, what? Being a servant is nothing much more different than not actually being one. We are, we all are, a servant for something we believe in, a servant for something we cherish, a servant for something we live for. it’s undeniably a simple truth, yet manipulated and twisted by our own minds in order to create, what you would call, self. We create our own illusions, our own dreams, in order to keep us sane. We always try to create a life out of a life. But, do we know how handle a new life? No, we learn by experience.

Here’s what i think is a misconception. Most of us would think, the more experience you have, the better person you will become. Well, yeah, it’s true in some point of view, but it’s not. We have been taught, experience will bring the best or the worst out of a person. Experience will be the key guidelines in order for us to live our lives. But experience also, is a one man’s nightmare. Our experiences too, will be an open target to our enemies, who is out there to make the kill. Most of us, don’t realise this. Most of us, with our own ego/principles/way of life, call it whatever you want it too, would think that our bad and good experiences would make us stronger. We are not weak. We are strong. Well, ain’t that right?

We are weakest at our most proudest moment. We are weakest at our most celebrated victory. If you put a king, in a middle of the battlefield, with all his pride and glory, hailing his sword into the air to shout for victory, i would just aim an arrow at him and bring him down. End of story. The king is dead. But what am i trying to say? Are we supposed to be weak and strong at the same time?

It’s all about balance. Life itself, has it own balance. Yin and Yang. Black and white. Male and female. Fire and water. Mind and soul. Everything comes in a pair. Everything will always be two from one. But how do we find the balance that we need? Stethoscope? Microscope? Telescope? Chickscope? How? How can we define our lives that we refuse to understand, to accept and to change? It’s not what you know, it’s what you understand and accept matters the most. If you try to make the phrase a logic, you will never find it. There is no logic when i say that, because the phrase itself is complicated and difficult to understand. If you relate it back to experiences, you can say it’s like when you go through something, you’ll understand it better. But sometimes, it doesn’t have to be an experience, what it really needs is understanding. Accepting as it is. Our brain was made for logic. Everything that we do, everything that we think about, we always try to make it as a logic. 1 + 1 = 2. But, in understanding, there is no logic. There is no logic in accepting things as they are. It remains, and will always remain a mystery. To some, to understand means to make it logically understandable. For me, understanding has a life by its own. It completes the balance in my own nature. Akal dan hati. Mind and soul.

To be fat, you eat a lot. To lose weight, you exercise or you just stop eating. To die, you kill or be killed. But what is the constant element in these situations? Time. Time is the element. How fast? How quick? How late? How soon? Time to understand and time to learn. When you learn, you don’t justify things by its logic, but merely by accepting as it is. Once you’ve accepted it, you will try to learn more about it and wanting to have better understanding about it. After that, maybe, you will know better.

If you read back from the beginning, try to ponder about it. Try to learn the meaning of my words. I am not asking for you to live my life, oh please, i won’t allow it. But all I’m asking is a simple understanding to the way things are, the way I understand things in a different perspective. Abstract? Maybe. But how to understand such complicated realities that can drive you mad? I don’t know how.

To have possibilities, is to have the ability to create them. How? I don’t know. Most possibilities of life are there, so they said. But isn’t it just there already? No? Life is a balance of 2 elements. The known and the unknown. These are like the elements of possibilities, because there is so much of the known to be understood, so much of the unknown to be learn. But if you say that “possibilities already lies there”, those are known to you. What about the unknown?

Matters like these will always remain unanswered. No matter how hard you try to put it into perspective, you will be lost soon enough. Sometimes, it can be that you’re just not meant to understand these kind of matters, because for your heart, its true. But for your mind, it’s not true. To be almost perfect, is to have both , mind and soul, work as one. But how? That remains a mystery.

I am 24 years old today. I love my life and I am not ashamed of where it is now. Changes? Yeah, i’ve changed much that I’m not the same. But, I will always be the same.

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