Currently, I am a hopeless case when it comes to writing.

I need inspiration. Badly. Everything I write seems to belong to the garbage pit or something.

I want steak.



One can say that I am extremely bored with how life progresses.

We’re born, we live, we die. Nothing special, except for the legacy we leave behind, which will eventually turn into oblivion if you think about it a million years from now since the sun will burst and all, but then again, the shifting of the poles might precede that phenomenon.

Lately, I’ve turned 18 this April. It’s customary for every 18 year old girl to throw a debut party but recalling how I have to save up money for my tuition fee as a way of relieving some of that burden that’s ushered my dad to where he is right now, I reckon that parties aren’t worth my time, money and effort, so instead, I spent my day with a few friends at an amusement park. I was not disappointed.

So what am I trying to point out? Society claims that we follow this in order to make our lives worth living. We splurge on items in order to heighten the human experience.

What do they mean by the human experience anyway?

The human experience is ineffable, and putting it into concrete words would simply limit the whole idea behind it. I’m not one to say that I know everything regarding it, but considering that I’m human, perhaps I could give my two cents on it. Probably, the human experience consists of the ups and downs in life, happiness and sorrow, emotional depths and all that. Thinking about it, we deem ourselves as rational beings yet measure life by how we live it in a way that it conforms to our emotions, and as they always say, logic conflicts with emotions. It’s paradoxical, I suppose.

I read a few blog posts today and discovered matters such as the working conditions of the people in the factories creating cellphones and other electronic gadgets in China, managed by well known consumer brands–because of long exposure to chemicals inside the gadgets, they risk their lives and succumb to leukemia induced by benzene poisoning. In Ethiopia, tribes are warring against each other and children are forced to go serve and defend their respective tribes. These children live like this while there are children oblivious to these situations and take their way of living for granted. I’m not saying that I’ve never been the sort of child mentioned in the latter though. It took me a while to become aware of the problems this world faces.

I don’t have the heart to say that I’m lucky to not have experienced the crude fate of having to work or fight as a child. I find it rather insensitive because although you appreciate what you have, that won’t change the unfortunate conditions of these people. They’re still in pain while you’re grateful that you’re not in their place. Like, that doesn’t sound right at all.

I’m not complaining on how I’m not able to live fully according to society and the human experience. Rather, I’m questioning it. What does it take to live life to the fullest when you’re limited by certain factors such as the environment you live in, your financial state, the manner in which you perceive life, etc.? When all we have to do is appreciate the little things so that we may get by in spite of these factors?

The human experience? Depending on how one sees it, one can truly grasp it by solving their problems.

In the words of Jake the dog coming from Adventure Time (I don’t know if these are his exact words. I just got this from adventuretime.wikia.com/wiki/Box_Prince_(episode)) “There is no point to living if you get everything the minute you want it.”

Another ponderous rant coming from yours truly. At least this helped me get a head start on writing the next chapter to one of my novels. =)