No one ever knows it.
Jun 07, 2006 in Diary-writer
This isn't even a conversation that went on in my head a while ago. It's running now, a commentary of random thoughts, I'm just trying to pick the ones that matter. It's not even remotely 'emo' like, because, it's just a few things that popped up in my mind, but stimulated by certain things I've read, and found out, or heard, from places. Where I dropped by, or where I occasionally play the peeping tom, or where I listen with my ears behind closed doors.
And they didn't even know I saw all this.
But these people, they're so conceited. So very conceited. They leave advices to grieving friends, and they tell them things that sound so right to do, so perfectly correct, the right words, the lines that matter… but they're so… dishonest. The thing they say.
'Friends ought not take sides in a break up.'
'Perfection doesn't exist except for those who really accept them.'
'There are always two sides to a coin. And it is only the wiser who will know how to choose which is the correct version of a story.'
Such wonderful lines, but none practised in real life… besides, be honest, was it really possible to put the above into practice? Come on.
I think really, there is no correct version of a story. A wise person is someone who is bold enough to admit stupidity. Usually the very wise people will remain silent, and try not to talk so much, but then again, how many of us are brave enough to admit that we're all idiots?