
Another observation I made during my NDP preparations left me rather appalled. For one, I’m a person who digs fireworks, those myriad colors of sparks decorating the cool mellow sky like shooting stars gracing the earth. Short-lived yet glorious. Yet I observed the pyrotechnic specialists, those who set up and set off fireworks for a living displayed no signs of excitement, let alone awe during the several firework displays.
I’ve concluded that the pyrotechnic team has seen so much fireworks that they’re now numb. Isn’t it sad that we all grow numb to the things around us and hence lose the ability to appreciate the beauty in them? Perhaps they’re right, ‘too much of a good thing ends up being bad.’
On the contrary, does experiencing too much of a bad thing necessarily be bad after all? I used to be quite a sissy boy, afraid of needles and injections. I had such phobia towards these sharp rude intrusions on my body that I often break into cold sweat. However, I found out that magically, I overcame this phobia when I was in BMT. I didn’t even cringe when 2 injections were administered to me simultaneously on 2 separate hands. Subsequently, I was even put on drips 5 times. Maybe those tinny needles pale in comparison to the worse experiences of pain I have encountered as I progress in age. A flux in negativity at home has also taught me to brace myself and live by the day. Mark of maturity and age?
Whatever it is, I am glad rainbows don’t occur everyday.
before it becomes history,
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A Neurotic builds a castle in the air,
A Psychotic builds a castle in the air, lives in it,
A Psychologist collects rent from it.
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