of sequins and dragonflies.
DRAGON-FLIES. DRA-GON FLIES. the name, on its own, gives off no clue that such a creature is one so lovely, one that is like a bat with butterfly wings, oh what marvelous things. in contrary, one that has never seen a dragonfly, know how it looks like, what its character is like, will think that it's a hideous creature: one to blow balls of fire at you like a dragon and as irritating as a fly. but no, it's not like that at all. it only stings when it's disturbed, other than that it flies around the open field and ponds like a rabbit prancing around vast greenery.what's there to a name? a rose with any other name will smell just as sweet. so what's there to a name really?
some say identity, i don't think so. i believe that we all put on different masks when we go out, only with our closest friends and family do we reveal ourselves and even then we don't show all of us. we create a pseudo-identity to gain recognition, because we are afraid of rejection if we show who we really are.
if only the world isn't so materialistic and superficial, if only help wasn't so superficial. if only love is as pure and genuine like fairy tales, if only hatred can vanquish itself from each and everyone's hearts and minds. if jealously had never been a feeling but a vase of which we can throw onto the ground and let it shatter, not possible to put it back together, then would we take off our masks? will we stop our stage?
and then suddenly i get it. we put on masks so that our ideas get accepted, because beneath these masks there are ideas, some so revolutionary, some are just mere crap. and when we pretend to be who are not, people may just accept the ideas as it is, no form of anylising the mastermind, no racial or religious biasness, no, nothing of that sort.
(i'm just writing because i got nothing better to do)
posted by Myz @ 2:54 PM
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