just minishorts.

An opinion is not made to be owned. It exists merely for expression, and once let loose, it should be set free. And so I have learnt, that being opinionated may not be a flattering description if you struggle too much to hold on to that label - an opinion exists after all on planes of expressions, and expressions are whispering flutterbys that disappear with the soft sigh of a human breath. It is heard, said, and then *poof* it goes. The space for new opinions is created, and recreated. 

A God, or God, doesn't exist to be owned. Like something that isn't or that is, He is pure existence, a gathering of possibilities or impossibilities. Like nothing, or something, He is pure words, or pure concept, there, but not there… But because we human beings cling on so tightly to our possessions, we fight to keep God, or our concepts of what a God is (or isn't) to our own realms and boxes of acceptability. When someone disagrees, we turn to what is essentially 'pure possibility' to dictate our inbuilt moral consciences, and define people who do not agree to our rights to possess God, as heretics. And so, wars.

A human being, isn't made to be owned. We exist purely because, and we all deserve our rights to be free. And so when I met him, and I decided I would do whatever it takes to keep him, I decided to cage him up and made sure he would behave the way that I, the owner, would allow him to, I did the biggest, and gravest mistake ever. He struggled, and he fought, and in the end, like a caged animal, he decided to escape from my clutches.

We come from nothing, we live with nothing, we will go into nothing. A long time ago, someone came into this world, and made a difference while he lived. It was either a 'good' difference, or a 'bad' difference, and either way, he made an imprint while he lived. And then, time was up, and like a breath caught in the wind, he was gone. We all have someone like that in our lives, or many people like that in our lives. My grandfather died when I was 13, and but while he lived, he made condensed milk sandwiches and watery Milo for my breakfasts and took us out on walks near that house in Pengkalan Chepa. Jesus came, he lived, he died, (then he lived again, and then he left); or earlier, Buddha came, said many things, then he was gone. Muhammad lived, and he was gone. And so shall we be gone. From nothing we came into existence, and so we will go into nothing. To live rich, is to accept that we own nothing.

I want to believe that this is not just pure rhetoric. But my mind tells me that this is true, I don't own a thing, not even the man I am marrying. Our relationship exists purely because we know we don't own each other - neither of us are possessions for each other to control, in the same way, I keep my sanity intact, because I know I don't own my opinions, my thoughts… my space must be constantly kept free for new ideas to come into being, and then they have to go away to give more place for new things to come in. All of this is temporary.

Time to move on.