Collect.
What a word. Collect something.
I recently collected some soccer trading cards. I think i found that i am a perfectionist somehow. Or perhaps just down right greedy. When i start to collect i want the WHOLE damn set .
So just like collecting stamp. or maybe photos. or whatever that matters to u .
our life is like collection. somethings u like to collect somethings you dun like. and somethings somewhere in between . you collect a bit here and there.
our obsession are call passion. our inobsession is call dislike.
i used to like to collect stamps when i was younger. then i went on to collect poker cards till now. and then now i am collecting soccer cards. these are physical stuffs.
then mentally i collect good moments. proud moments. and discard bad moments.
mentally i collect bad experience to build for better future experience.
but mentally it changes. the new set of rules i have .. decides what each experience means to me.
so somehow i am walking the line. and this line... where do i draw the starting and ending point ?
and is an ending point really there or not there? without any knowing of these...it becomes futile to put meaning to life somehow as a whole. Perhaps that why people always say living for the moment. the present is the best present.
how can it be ? and how ? something that i have yet to really feel it for myself here in the life i have now. working in a meaningless job but earning somewhat so call meaningful money that i can spend.
so what sense does this or should this make to me ?
i need a bungee jump to feel it again. i lost the ability to feel. Again.