Mystery (Rhythmical Rant)

Life is a mystery;

One that I’ll never really fathom.

Yet I still study its history,

Forming thoughts to help me imagine.

 

Rules change,

And concepts never apply.

Try as you might– you’ll still be strange,

Try some more, but by a corner you’ll still cry.

 

Should we care—

About the things people say?

Fight it fair and square?

Or let their knives deform you like clay?

 

And who you are–

Upon what is that based?

On what they saw described in your star?

Or everything else you once faced?

 

But then,

Hasn’t the past already departed?

Why look into it again,

When it’s the thing I’ve long since parted?

 

Why judge me on the first glance,

When it’s only what you just saw?

I’ve still so much to enhance,

And it’s my life— it’s what I’ll draw.

 

And yet,

We care about reputation.

When it’s a sad, sad threat,

Looming over every single nation.

Well yes,

It’s their word against yours—

Indeed, a fine game of chess,

But who is it to settle the scores?

 

Now I think I’ve strayed a bit far,

So let’s get back to the subject.

I’ll talk about the scar,

And in that, I’ll be direct.

 

People judge,

People hurt.

They’ll walk round and trudge,

Not caring about what they blurt.

 

So now it’s only up to you,

To give them what they need.

Hand over the glue,

And tell them we’re all a broken breed.

 

No one’s perfect,

But that’s the way it should be.

In everyone lies a bit of a wreck,

Mostly hidden under the sea.

 

And yes: life’s still to me unknown,

But that’s one down and a million more to go.

With that one issue finally blown,

I guess I’ll just have to take it slow,

And believe that truths will one day rise and glow.

 

 

Hullo!

What did you think of my rather rhythmical rant? Enjoyed it? Should I make rhyming rants a thing or just get back to bulky paragraphs? Which part did you relate to the most? The bit about the glue and the one about the sea are my personal favourites, to be honest. 

Everything aside, I hope you all have a lovely day and I look forward to your feedbacks~

–Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

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Welcoming Rant!

To my dear readers,

Okay, this will be quite lengthy so I thank you if you’re going to actually read it; and I promise to try to make this interesting.

I entitle this passage a little (not really) midnight rant:

So we now live in this very modern society where the extremes know very well how to cross their very own borders. Like.. Does the current generation even know of the word “limit”?

I sadly doubt so.

The point is, everyone is granted freedom of thoughts, voice, action and just.. Well, freedom in general. The upsetting point here is, we’re given THE freedom. The ultimate good one. No limitations. No second thoughts. No permissions. Just freedom.

A dear teacher once told me that if humans were given all of that freedom, we’ll be like animals in the jungle. And surely, she was quite on point (as usual).

So, hey, what comes with freedom?

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Answer: Judgment.

Such a word, really. You cough, you have a cold. You sneeze, you’re filled with snort. You cry, you’re melodramatic. You laugh, you’re a loud lunatic.

Bah! Seriously, people? Why do we really just judge so fast? Why do we generalise and just get to extremism without thinking?

Let me give you a few examples here:

Just because I like Ronaldo doesn’t mean that I actually like Real-Madrid.

Just because I hated the character in the novel, doesn’t mean that I hated the story.

Just because I like Barcelona, doesn’t mean that I’m a fan of every player.

Just because I like football, doesn’t mean that I hate swimming.

Just because I’m talkative, doesn’t mean that I won’t shut up.

Just because I’m a reader, doesn’t mean that I’m a novelist. (I’m giving examples here. But I do write either way)

See? They tell us to not judge a book by its cover for a good reason. Don’t group people together just because they look, talk, or act alike. We’re humans and we’re, by nature, contradicting. I might like to cook but hate to bake; or like washing the dishes but hate vacuuming. Although you could simply group that into domestic activities and say that I’m a homey person. But that’s not true.

So that’s basically what I’m trying to convey down here. Don’t judge. Because everyone has the capacity for a change; good or bad.

And that doesn’t mean that we go practicing the wrongdoings and tell people to not judge us. That’s called exploiting a concept and that’s wrong.

Also, I’m not the type of girl who, when happy will update her status and say “Feeling delighted” and go laughing all over the FB wall, or who, when heartbroken, update the status and say “Feeling Crushed and someone get me a glue” no, that’s not me either.

But I want to state a fact. And where to state it other than the social media? So yeah, that’s that.

In the end, I’ll give you one sentence, think about it both in literally and metaphorically, and hey, do see whether it made good sense:

Just because I wear glasses, doesn’t mean that I’m blind.

And here begins our journey together, as ranters.

Signed,

Midnight Ranter