A little discussion I had over Facebook. You can read the full entry (including the comments) by following this link. It's public, so anyone can view it.

We cannot and do not know everything. Regardless, we do things based on what we know (and in a sense, based on what we do not know).

In this story, there is a communicator and an audience. It is the biggest challenge for the communicator to articulate his or her message well enough to be understood and be appreciated by the audience.

What is never highlighted is how the audience hardly exerted enough effort to listen nor to ask.

It takes two to tango, afterall.

This is just the beginning.

There are things that live and die a natural death at the tip of my tongue- unspoken, haunting, and eventually, forgotten.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking that the least that I can do for them is by giving them the acknowledgment they deserve. It does not matter if it falls into different hands, or ears, or eyes. It just has to be a little close to tangible, just so that it can die.

The fact that you have read this, has breathe life into such a little musing, at least for the next couple of seconds, or minutes, if it is lucky enough. It need not be a ghost.

Over the years, I think I have created a habit of keeping certain things even from myself. It has rid me of the ability to articulate my feelings well enough, leaving just traces of hurt and disappointment, as well as happiness, deep within the surface.

The things that I say and write tend to follow a certain mold, restrained and gray. This time I want it all to be raw. I want every word to be just like how my heart soars and flutters.

This time, I want it to be different.