Thursday, February 28, 2008

High School Myths

As I think of my high school days I realize that things weren't as bad as I used to believe. I can appreciate now the things my classmates did. When they fail to measure up to my expectations of an ideal student, I realize that aristotle was right. They are just living out their myths. Myths are stories which we create and we all have myths. I chose to be a diligent student and that was my myth. Five years later I smile as read a book bought from a Korean bookstore and think that the world didn't stop turning because we all didn't become ace students. I know wherever they are, they are happy too.

It's not the jacket

I bought a new jacket yesterday. It was nice. I like it. Until I washed it and found that one button was missing. It was torn by the washing machine. That machine is evil! Evil I tell you. After seeing this sort of catastrophe, my day was ruined all the way till I went to bed.

Then the question, why do we have to feel awful just because one bad event happened to us?

Things should have been fine if I had just accepted the truth that yes, the new jacket was torn. That yes, I need to go to the rapair shop and get it fixed. And that's it. Simple. But I chose to feel badly about this.

Then maybe that's the reason. Maybe it is us who make our lives miserable. Not the jacket.

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