my conscience works like an onion.
its like, you peel one layer, and you find another. kind of thing.
i say its a good day, its a good thing that it rains, and whatnot.
its a natural course of event, that i think in another person's point of view, more often than not the person i am speaking to.
perhaps if i were him/her, i would think otherwise. i would think this.
No. this is me thinking in that person's point of view, and it is still a little off from that person's point of view.
in the first place, how would i know how to feel like in the place of that person?
conscience is a road. its the footsteps you've walked in your life, and a person's life will define how the person feels now, now in this moment.
i mean, i guess even a murderer has its own reasons for killing a person. i just cannot judge a person just from his/her actions. life cannot be seen from an instance. its a linear kind of thing. not a point.
so it is impossible to try and feel how a person thinks.
but its kinda plebian to say "so i give up".
so i try again.
and the more i try, the more i realise how different each of us probably, are.
although i may try to reason that the process is the one that matters, I am probably not going to solve anything by this reasoning apart from keeping myself sane.
we're all alone, left with nobody, probably not even ourselves to understand us.
what're you left, when you keep peeling an onion?
nothing.
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3 comments:
When you peel the onion,
you sooner or later reach the sweetest part of it. The core.
And before you come down to 'nothing', you experience the strongest scents and flavours of the onion at its core.
That's what every one here is looking for.
ew.
i don't like onion haha.
i can't take the texture and its too bitter!
when you keep peeling the onion, you cry because its hard.
throw it into some butter and sautee, and you get good fried onions :D
it's like the lemon and lemonade thing.
i know it sounds superficial.
but i liked the idea of saying it :)
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