Elusive

After watching a few episodes of the series "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" and after many sappy tissues, I am reminded yet again of how little we truly count our blessings. One of the boys who passed away in a car accident on one of the episodes was a mere 16 year old, who being an organ donor, four of his organs were donated to save four lives even after his passing. It really puts many adults to shame. This in turn puzzles me how some of us keep building up on personal bitterness in regards to life and build up an entire web of assumptions based on our own theories, which may have been unfounded to begin with. Do we really know, appreciate and focus on the good things in life? I think more often than not, we fail to do so. Or we do so, but in insufficient amounts. And I know myself to be guilty of this as well.

What would you label as being selfish? Or self-centered? Would placing one's own expectations and directions on another, edge towards being self-absorbed? I have always thought of the women today to be a lot more independent, career-driven, strong, focused, knowing more clearly what they want, where they can be and how to get there. Yet, it does seem increasingly so that for almost every one such independent woman there are still many more others around who are less driven at the other extreme end of the spectrum. Perhaps it is a personal expectation that has been highly misplaced but I cannot seem to understand why this might be the case? I have been taken by surprise recently when it was revealed to me that many women around me (friends and acquaintances alike) are willing to give in so much to the point they forfeit their own dreams and in the process they have even made themselves feel that it is perhaps for the best. I have also discovered that some others have decided to play second-fiddle to men just so they can play up to the egos of men. With no offence whatsoever to men in general, I simply cannot comprehend the mindset of the women described above. Which century in this globalised world do we stand in now? Are men and women not of equal standing in terms of dreams so as to speak? It really baffles me how women can shy away in the dark shadows of men just so to keep peace. And then yet almost ever so often I hear from women when they reminisce their past, the horribly common phase of “what if?” which totally denotes regret. The one worst thing to ever feel / have in my own dictionary.

This fully ties in with my commencement of this post. This may be cliché but it cannot be more true that life is short. Why so do people continually subject themselves to a life second best for themselves?

I really have no clue. Do you?