those voiceshuman nature. it is the essence stored inside our own bodies. the one thing that makes us the same, yet is the cause of the difference between everyone. Once upon a time, everyone was pure and bright, but it is this human nature that causes them to turn into sinful creatures, full of angst, of anger, of shame, guilt, sorrow, cursed desries of every single temptation under the sun.Adults arguing among themselves is something very unnerving. They have a fixed mindset, a fixed thinking that makes them think they are always right. We teenages know what this feels like. Like everything is never their fault, and is our fault. Everything is correct for them, and wrong for us. But two can never be right at the same time, and it is this that accelerates the arguments to a higher plane of life, ignoring superficial concerns, focused only on the arguement at hand. My father is a atheist, nothing could waver his views that we humans were transported here from spaceships from other places. My mom is a staunch buddist. nothing could waver her views of buddism, and she tries so hard to permeate our thoughts with buddism. her thinkings are the orthodox mantra of buddism, about afterlife, about the land of ultimate bliss. Two totally different set of mindsets, an antithesis of each other. Put them together in a room, with the thoughts of the recent wake of my grandma. the recent buddism style type of wake. Imagine the arguments that would fly. their arguments are very disturbing. my father worries about some stuff from the wake, how he endures through the hiring of chief monks to lead the wake, how he reluntantly pay for their services. My mother is disgusted at the fact that he is focused on monetary problems. She argues that we should all be thankful and grateful that the chief monk took time to chant the mantra and helped to release my grandma from the cycle of life, and allow her to pass safely and peacefully into the land of ultimate bliss. the world is filled with such distraught between people, arguments of their own views that could easily decay the very substance that holds us together. tolerance is void in this world, a uncertainty in the making. we are not infinte, and yet we argue about things that are infinite, some things that can never be fully proven to be true, yet because of reasoning, we assume that they are true, true to logic, true to facts, true to our lives. i just hope that my parents can stop arguing about such things. Learn to accept each other. My dad should learn to see that such the wake might help his mother, and it is harmless to anybody. But my mom should also learn to see that some people just believe too deeply in science, and proof. Everyone has something to realise about their own weaknesses. But it is the showing of such weaknesses in times of distraught that shows us what we can become if we only try to change ourselves. Justin ranted at 10:47:00 pm on the |