There’s nothing more I’d rather be than to be loved by You
Forget me not
If I had to count the amount of people that I bump into who know me while I on the other hand do not have the slightest clue of who they are, I would probably have to become an accountant. Lame joke, but it served as a good ice breaker for this post.
Lately I have been wondering, does our importance in the make up of peoples lives depend on their ability to remember us? Does our significance lie in that one moment where a person is expected to recognise you? If we are of any significance in anyone’s life, the least they could do is remember us right? Look at babies, they recognise those who are most significant to them while they grow up. The one who feeds, changes and plays with them, is the same one that they smile for whenever they see that person.
But then again, being recognised doesn’t always mean being significant. I recognise many celebrities, but I celebrate none. In fact I find many to be very insignificant. So maybe recognition doesn’t equal significance. But then does a lack of recognition then mean a lack of significance? I think not, I look at some of the blogs I follow. I have no idea who the faces behind them are, but I do know that the people running them are significant to my growth as an upcoming artist.
Ever went to a family occasion and bumped into a family member that greets you by first name and delivers the follow up question, “do you know me”? If you’re an African, this scene is probably all too familiar to you. Especially when most of us respond to it with the words “you look familiar but I forgot your name”, LIES! I guess sometimes we put too much emphasis on being remembered or recognised that we forget that our significance or lack of does not lie in this one moment. So what if I do know you? The question is, do I care?
We know who and what matters to us. We tend to believe that if people recognise us, then surely they must at least care to some degree. We tend to feel insignificant when unrecognised. But surely our significance on this earth cannot come down to how significant we were to people. Surely our popularity cannot be the measure that we use to determine how successful our journey through this life has been. Surely our significance has to lie not in creation, but rather in the Creator right? I hope that I’m right, because if I’m wrong, then I might just have to live my life trying to make sure that you forget me not.
Prisoner of my decisions
One thing that I at times wish would disappear, are feelings. I think at times, too many of us do things based on how we feel. Without even bothering to reason things out, we act upon our feelings. I know from personal experience that this is probably the best recipe if disaster is what you’re cooking up.
Over time I have learnt that making calculated decisions often makes life better. But what happens when those perfectly calculated and rational decisions make you feel crappy for the rest of your life? What happens if the rational decision is to go left while you feel like going right?
Well the truth is that I believe that we should never go back on our strongest decisions when we are at our weakest moments. I think it would be foolish to go back on an wise decision when you are probably vulnerable or confused in that specific area in some manner. It’s like when someone goes back to a destructive relationship at the one time when they feel lonely, the truth is, you’re probably just shooting yourself in the foot.
But then again, if the choices that we make are supposed to make our lives better, why is it that they at times seem to make us feel as if we are worse off after making them? Could it be that we enjoy a bit of drama in our lives, even if it may not be so good for us? Which ever it is that we choose, whether it be deciding based on our feelings or whether it be on rational, I guess we still remain prisoners of our decisions.
For opinions sake
For those of you who enjoy some of the blog entries that I write from time to time, I can imagine how boring the past few months have been for you in terms of my blog. I haven’t written much over the past few months simply because I haven’t had the words to put down. You may also have noticed that I’ve been posting more pictures lately. I’m hoping to eventually use this W2MT blog for writing and the Momentz blog for all my photography.
For those of you who may not know this, Welcome to my thoughts is an opinion blog. I try to base it on knowledge and facts, but in the end, it is just that, opinion. Nothing is to say that my opinion is right or wrong. Depending on your world view, you will either agree or disagree. However I do try to give my opinions a leg to stand on. I try not to write about something that I know nothing about, or at least do not have a view point which has a strong argument. I try not to just write for the sake of writing and just cause it’s what everyone is talking about.
Lately I have been surrounded by people who are heavily opinionated on issues that they know very little if anything about. I say this because if you continuously bring up the same topics and give the same information each time I see you, you start to sound like a single from a one hit wonder artist. Surely that thing that that specific celebrity did can’t be the crux of all relations that we have with each other. And not only that, surely you can’t base every opinion you have strongly on that 2 cents of knowledge that you keep repeating.
I hate it when someone argues very strongly about something that they claim to stand for but yet lack interest in. I’ll give you an example, if you are heavily opinionated on a specific matter, then your opinion should come from a place of interest and concern. I’m not referring to having an opinion just for the sake of opinion, I mean having a strong stand point. I always find it interesting when our ignorance allows us to have a lot to say but very little of a point to make.
I guess I write this opinion blog because I am tired of listening to opinions that are only based on opinions from the same person. I’m losing pacience slowly. And I’m finding it more difficult to stay interested in listening to those who want to talk simply because they enjoy the sound of their own voices. These are just a few of the things that may have been holding back the words that I’ve needed to write down for a while now. But that’s just my opinion for opinions sake.