The principle of relativity was taught to me when I was 15. The fact that nothing that is defined remains set in stone, and it changes in relation to what revolves around it. The pencil never falls, it is pulled by gravity. We don't drop the loads off our shoulder, we merely shift it and let it fall to the ground.

Now relativity is reborn as a concept to me. It is the principle behind the phrase "change is the only constant." That's why the gifted are not always the successful, the hardworking are not always the best rewarded.



I guess the reason why I am on this topic in the first place is the retrospect on what's happening now. Though it is right in the fray of assignments, projects, papers and exam preparations. Strangely this is how I feel...



Eye of the storm - a bit too literally - but it is a quiet place in the middle of the chaos that just makes everything seem so surreal. It is almost like I am a consciousness within my being watching as my vessel does its work on a subconscious level. I am asphyxiated by the complex layers of thoughts that permeate the invisible membrane of the human mind - that which gives birth to consciousness, ideas, emotions, senses and a placid randomness of my choosing.

Playing is surprisingly hard work and I finally understand why adults envy children...the same way children envy the power an adult has. We work on a spectrum of growth. Borne with the endless imagination and seemingly limitless energy as children; we are curbed by laws and norms of society by people who envied and feared for the worst - resulting in the growth of an adult. Responsible and sensible but insufficiently equipped with the non-categoric imagination of a child - we end up tiring fast and growing dull. A large lot fill in the middle, out of the edge - out of sight and out of mind.

In the middle, I feel barraged by stress and managing against an invisible foe whom I cannot see, smell, hear or touch. The temptation of escapism and narcissism is there, I suppose here's where I admit that I give in. (: Self reflection is not ranting - I'm lying, it is. But at least it is ranting with a meaning. Likened to playing - with meaning; applied drama. And I wondered why I am where I am.


Diploma in Applied Drama and Psychology, eh? I can work with that. (: