Live Each Day As If It’s Your Last

Even towards every allusion I’ve been in love with
’cause the heart that portrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic
But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose ~Immortal Technique~

If we live everyday as if it’s our last, one day we’ll most certainly be right.

We live in a paradoxical world obsessed with immortality and the “future of our world,” yet we spend the evenings in bars and clubs, getting drunk screaming phrases like “YOLO” or “live for today.” How often do we wake up in the morning, moaning and groaning, dreading the day ahead? How often do we go to sleep at night thinking about how exhausted we are?

Many of us are lucky enough to climb into bed at night, in the comfort of our blankets, believing with almost 100% certainty that we will wake up the next day and continue with our (sometimes mundane) lives, but what if we don’t? What if we don’t wake up the next day, or what if we don’t make it home the next night?

We all have this life which has been handed to us, and far too often people take advantage of it. Just because not all of us have been in life-or-death situations and haven’t had the need to fight for our lives doesn’t mean that we can take it for granted. If we let ourselves become apathetic to the fact that one day, we’re all going to die, then we’re a letdown to everyone who’s ever cared about us, ever loved us, or ever needed us. More importantly, we’re a letdown to ourselves.

Everyday is a fight – whether it’s staring down the barrel of a loaded gun or just trying to get through the streets without being robbed; whether it’s going to work because you love it or simply because you need the money for food and rent. But if we just give up and retractthen our life here on earth would be meaningless because it was simply handed to us, and we never fought for it.

It’s human nature to want to survive, which means fight or flight.

But do we define survival as sheer existence or do we actually want to live? Are we here because we have no choice, and have been taught that it is our human obligation and right to remain alive? Or are we here because we actually want to seize the one and only shot we have at making a difference?

Which breeds the question of how one defines “making a difference.” Some view the “difference” or change as a macro-scale impact, whereby taking down and breaking the entire system as we know it; other see the “difference” in simply sharing thoughts and ideologies. Others, yet, see the “difference” as being there for people in times of need, and hoping that perhaps one day, maybe those people will pay it forward.

When someone sounds optimistic and hopeful, they are deemed idealists; yet, how is optimistic idealism any different to cynical revolutionism when the ultimate outcome is the same: to eradicate corruption of the human world? It is what it is, and though macro-scale change is seemingly impossible, micro-scale change isn’t, and that’s where our choices can make the biggest difference.

Is it all about us, or is it all about them?

– live each day as if it’s your last
– treat everyone around you as if it’s their last day
– wake up in the morning without hesitation
– go to sleep at night without regrets

and most importantly: make sure the people you love know how you feel about them, because the day you stop caring might be your biggest regret.

To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people simply exist. ~Wilde~

Gordan.

Summerboy

Don’t be sad when the sun goes down
You’ll wake up and I’m not around
I’ve got to go…
We still have the summer after all.
~Lady Gaga~

Summer once again. With new friends, smiles, fun times and lets face it, your life is just awesome because you actually have one.

Meeting new people as wells as rekindling old friendships becomes the highlight, and while squeezing work and responsibilities in between, you can be assured that your week will always end with a ton of smiles and thrills.

The irony though, is when you don’t account for variable change. When everything seems to be going smoothly, a surprise from an unexpected leaves you at a cliffhanger: to follow or to lead. Considering the stakes one may risk, weighed out by the passionate desire for a summer filled with fun and endless playfulness, it dawned on me the urgency of the matter.

Since the summer is only temporary and limited, everything within — every action, every thought — becomes inevitably more urgent and necessary. Given that if this were a permanent holiday, we’d have all the time in the world for playful bantering, secret smiles, cheeky chuckles… yet all things considered, this is what they, (the rest of the world), would call

A Summer Fling.

That.

Then comes the matter of those involved. Without evidence, or reasonable doubt, there’d be no reason to arouse suspicion.

Suppose the accused and the defense meet, with the jury being the impartial judge. Hard to predict a case as such, also one can argue that the accused has a much more substantial argument than the defense, and unless the defense and file for a relatively manipulative DA, sooner or later it will become evident that the most manipulative side happens to be the accused.

On the other hand, the thrill and secrecy of knowing that the accused may possibly be ripped to shreds is, in a sense, masochistically delightful.

Nothing hotter than someone who knows exactly what they want, with the knowledgeable capacity to cover their tracks.

And with light shone on this entry, it’s only a matter of time before questions arise. But as stated above, without reasonable doubt or evidentiary support, there is no way of knowing exactly why life is the way it is.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
–Hayley Williams–


Joy in Justice

Some call it the law, others call it justice. Neither realize that they’re two different extremes. One can be a law-abiding loyalist who serves his country and does nothing but try to stablize the place. Yet there can be patriots, who believe in fighting for the freedom of his or her own country that they practice their own form of justice, using the excuse that they are protecting their own country.

One can follow the laws, pay their taxes and credit card bills on time, but this is just the law. Another can kill a robber in his own backyard and claim self-defence. This is justice.

The law and justice are two serperate issues.

Hamlet desired political stability, almost perfection, yet he had his own version of justice: he killed those who he thought were “breaking the law”. He killed King Claudius for the murder of his father, Polonius out of hatred and Laertes out of revenge.
King Claudius, Polonius and Laertes situation was the law.
Hamlet’s revenge was justice.

The teachers eliminate me from a class for writing a contraversial story. This is the law.
I take my revenge and write a sadistic and grusome murder tale about a serial killer who rapes women and rips their eyeballs out. This revenge is justice.

Peter and Miraz duel. Peter wins by over powering Miraz when Miraz drops his sword. This was, by law, a fair win. Miraz’s second lord, Glozelle, then takes out a knife and stabs Miraz to frame Peter. Peter’s allies then declare war on Miraz’s people and Peter wins. This is justice.

A defence lawyer wins a case and the clearly guilty defendant is found not guilty. He is by law set free. Two days later, the opposition stabs the lawyer. This was justice.

The law and justice are two seperate issues – one cannot be law abiding and practice justice either. The two can never be put in the same category: it forms a paradox.
The law is pressuring and it’s there for those who have the power to excute their rights.

Justice is beautiful.
Only the deserving get what they deserve. Not the other way around.

Sadly, the law doesn’t respect justice: If a former victim stabbed her rapist in broad daylight, the victim would be charged with murder, even if she was doing society a favour.

I can find joy in practicing justice – my own version of it – but the law may not agree. Somehow, justice doesn’t go unpunished, but the end result is mutually beneficial.

Society is not looking for someone to practice justice. It is not looking for a voice. Society wants nothing more than law abiders who create no chaos, who believe in stablity rather than justice. Society wants those who can practice the law, which leaves the guilty to run free, and the innocent stay back to pick up the pieces until they become hopeless victims of the inefficiency of the law.

Justice, people, justice, is not what society wants, but it’s what society needs if order is to be maintained.
Thus, let justice be served, and let the deserving claim their “reward.”

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