God’s Vagabond Child..

February 19, 2009
2:06PM

Unless you are given any idea on what the insides of a coconut looks like, you will imagine something else. On the outside, it is green and seemingly useless. Like a rock or something. But when you crack it open, you’ll learn that inside, you can find some tasty and healthy juice and coco meat. Then you’ll realize that things aren’t what they always seem to be.

It goes both ways, this metaphorical shit that I’ve spontaneously created. You won’t know really (really, because you can always assume that you know.) what’s the inside of someone else’s coconut shell unless you ‘crack’ it open. Likewise, anyone couldn’t just accurately decipher you using Freudian slips or psychoanalysis or some projective tests. You will have to ‘crack’ open your coco ball for them, so that they’ll know. However, we live in a world where fear enables you to self-preserve or to self-destruct. Sometimes, you’d rather not travel a hundred miles to find better pastures, you stay in what little meadow that you currently have. I myself heard myself one time saying, “Mas mayo pa mapatay ko cancer na wala ko nabal-an kesa mabal-an ko bago mapatay” (I’d rather die of cancer without knowing that I had it than know it before I actually die.) It’s cowardice at its refined form, I admit. Knowing that you have cancer is the greener pasture since, at least,you’ll have a chance to cure yourself rather than wait for the unknown sickness to consume you.

I actually don’t really get my point. And that’s nice since you’ve wasted time reading this. I dunno. Given the circumstances, I think that ‘what is’ is better than the riot that will be created by an ‘I’m hoping that’. Coconuts don’t break that easily and two equally hard coconuts is far worse.

They fall.

Yes.

But extra effort is needed to open it and let the juice and meat save a life.

I’ll just drink water for now.

2:29PM