:: adios, muse. ::

my muse has left me.

i haven't been updating these days. i guess.... sometimes... people can reach a point where they find the words have dried up in them. they find no meaning in penning anything down anymore. sometimes they reach a point where there is so much going on inside them, that everything amounts to nothing.

sometimes i wonder why people fight the way they do. fight, metaphorically, figuratively. do you admire people for fighting a lost battle, till they die, till they lay bleeding on the battlefield, the air whizzing out of their lungs, till they have lost everything? or do you think they should recognize what a lost battle is, and retreat, recuperate, and salvage what they have?

what do people ultimately want? what would you want your children to do? are asian families so entangled in their values and confucian beliefs that they have sacrificed personal freedom in the process? the right to live your life, the way you want to? are you bound to live your life the way your parents would want you to, or do you achieve your independence and go from there? alone, searching for your own piece of heaven?

do people live their lives for their parents? i've never believed that we should live our lives for people, for friends, for strangers, for acquaintances. our lives are not defined by the transient relationships. but parents? they gave life to you. they bred you. they fed you. they love you. they cherish you. they cry for you. they hug you. they're there for you. they beat you. they nurture you.

do you owe it to them to live a life they'd be happy with?