Boring

I've come to the general conclusion that I really am... not... that... cool at all. Seeing how I've become increasingly more of a social pariah with the passing of each day of my misserable existence, I prefer to say that my excuse for my lack in social activity is: "I am Asian..." Not like I'm self-prejudice or anything, because I think that might be frowned upon in society...

The Flavor of Life

Taste is not always the word that's subsequent to eating. Humans don't just taste the food they eat but also the world around them: The Flavor of Life. It's called "likes" and "dislikes", which doesn't mean the food you want to eat versus the food you despise. The flavor of life taps into the wonders of music, art, actions, places, people, adventures, or any person, place, or thing. And every living being is the epitome of the flavor of life; any living creature with a preference represents the flavor that life presents.
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People have a preference:

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Sister #1 has displayed this clearly with her distaste for poetry, her distaste for organization, and her distaste for anything that makes my life easier.
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Sister #2 has presented this fact with her blatant, good taste in fashion, her good taste in music, and her love in what we could metaphorically call, the flavor of anything out of the ordinary.
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Best Friend show her good taste in scented shampoo, her love for anything art-related, and her good taste in people.
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Difference between these people?

..................Yes..................

Obviously. They share different lives; enjoy what they enjoy; be what they want to be. But they still live under the same concept, that all people desire and dislike. And in that and only that, they are similar.

Life's Necessities

I've come to the general conclusion that there are many things in life that have the potential to be a waste of time if they lacked the significance that they currently posses in life. Though no daily activity, spontaneous action, or slowly planned excursion is a true waste of time, for every bit of time is utilized in one way or another there are some activities that I've come to find relatively close to that of trash. If humanity didn't stand precariously on these Must-Be-Evenly-Balanced-Activities, their usefulness would equal almost that of uselessness.

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...............Breathing
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........................................Eating
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.................................................................Drinking
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..........................................................................................Sleeping
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We do such things because, if not, we'd all die. Yet if not necessities of life, if they were no longer so significant, then what would these activities be considered? Wasting time on something that became unnecessary and probably less enjoyable... Not a complete waste of time because we are still utilizing time to do such an activity; if we chose to do something so useless, there must be a reason... But not a great use of time when our time is so limited.

The Switchback

Through realization that I am unfit to climb Rattle Snake Ridge and also unfit in general, I've come to the conclusion that appreciation is of the moment and not always of morals and mores. Only because as I climbed, struggled, huffed, puffed, and crawled, I formed inside of me, a deep, profound hatred towards hills; cliffs; mountains; steepness.

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The truth:
Disgust, dislike, and hatred are all easily established inside the beholder
And easily blown out, darkened like a flame, friendship, love, life.
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We comprehend the freedom of life and feeling, emotion and wonder.

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See what we want
................Feel what we want
..............................Hear what we want
.........................................Love what we want
.......................................................Hate what we want
....................................................................Like what we want
................................................................................Dislike what we want
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In all honesty, it matters not the emotions of the moment. Because they are ever changing under the pressure of life's twists and turns: the turning of the trail; the switchbacks; inclines; falls; lurches. The diversity of the scene adds to the all-encompassing excitement but not the importance of the person you are. That is, unless you experience an epiphany or change as a whole. Your soul unchanged, though, will never be permanently swayed by the quick switchback or momentary falls and rises.

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Because as I made it to the top of the mountain, the bickering about hills and steepness dissipated. It was dissolved by the beauty of the world; the breath-taking view from the cliff; the wonders of life itself. During the descent, I noticed my desire to see another incline because of the pounding of the falling of feet and weight and compression. It was a switchback of perceptions, emotions, ideals, likes and dislikes.
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A change of attitude is an unexpectedly amazing concept.

Solitude

Solitude...
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Is unforgiving

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Because it is a punishment,

Branding the convicted - they lay

Untouched and avoided...

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Stranded

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In the middle of some vast, inescapable expanse

Where there are no...

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..........Partners to watch the stars with

................... .Friends with linked arms and support

......................... .....Love to mesh fingers like entwining, gently watered roots

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In this place - this abandoned

Fairy tale created by the desperate -

You can frolic, plucking up the...

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..........Dandelions

......................Roses

...............................Lilies and Lilacs

........................................ .....Daisies

................................................... . ..Potential Friends

Fine dining on the picnic table

While naively telling yourself:

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I'm not alone

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But reality stares you in the face.

It knocks on the windows of your mind

And pushes you through the door of understanding:

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You are as alone as you make yourself out to be...

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So initiative strikes you

Like the fast ball of a new game: new beginning.

To allow someone like you a

Chance to marvel at the hopes of humanity

And the world where people

Hold your hand and reside around you.

Waste of Time

Dedication over sweated hours transforms the interpretation of Chiropractor
In every man, woman, and child standing prostrate
Before the society-gods of diligence and manipulated fate
Which grasps upon the perseverance like a life line.

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Waste and Time have
...............No better knot between them
............................Than the words:

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Light and Dark

Black and White

Thick and Thin

Erudite and Unintelligible

Great and Insignificant

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A bridge of polar opposites.

...............Two directions clashing in one sentence:

............................"What a waste of time..."

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Of what but nothing more than our productivity. The fruits of trees you water with every drop of the unstopping clock's hydrogens and action's oxygen for breathing. Where actions are of less significance, time has shining moments unseen by an unobservant eye. Time can blaze in the depths of pitiful boredom as a beacon of hope for something greater: another day. A new way to wake up and admit to your pathetic-ness but also your undeniable ability to mold your own clay, unbaked body; your newly created routine. You are you with every minute, second, microsecond, greeting and farewell. The time cannot change you but can make you. Time cannot mold you but can break you; can kill you.

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You are not invincible in the binding chains of time...

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Time rakes at the immature roots

...............Of your maturity that pours out in exponentially increasing

............................Amounts of understanding for the reality of things.

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Time stands when you sit, dine, sleep,

...............Neglecting its permanence and irksomeness for its unrelenting

............................Desire to kill us -in theory - by the wrinkles and wisdom.

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Time cannot be thrown away.

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Time and waste know no connection to

What is reality and what is percieved.

Percieve and touch the space of time which

Lies forever intangible in the realm known as...

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Reality.

Professionalism

Professionalism does not inspire the
Curves, dips, thrilling hikes and breath-taking falls.
Nor obstacles that build the competition
By cementing that Mind-Block wall.

For I am no writer nor talent
Which is more so undefined.
When the pages of definitions are filled,
Of the meaning that lay unrefined.

While dipping plates force jagged context to flow out
Off the pages like Yukon and Nile
Onto the wonders of every dreamer's life-fabrication
Which expands to define a new mile.

These new steps, leaps, jumps: into the world called
Seniority and professionalism. I've come
To not recognize myself as the latter,
But count the things I carry that I've done.

Because I am no artist nor master,
But one with the scale to weigh the entirety
Of aspirations and accomplishments, not perfectionism.
Establish your work beneath the bouts of pained temple and strain
To ink the page called professionalism.