So it's finally the time of the year when we embark on what is conventionally known as 'year-end holidays'. Over the years, the definition of 'holidays' has pretty much undergone a paradigm shift as we know it. Gone are the days when we yearned for pure entertainment, bursting forth with jubilation in crowds and settling for inner tranquility in solitude. These days, we only hanker for sleep, and yet even with what appears to be the whole world's time in our hands, our body, once rejuvenated of all prior fatigue, will vehemently oppose the concept of rest. To what end?

And at the heat of this conflict is the burning struggle to balance work and play. Honestly, I'm going all out with the latter, only making contact with the former on occasional instances whenever circumstances dictate for me to do so (for example, the inextricable grasp of homework). But in retrospect, this year has been the toughest by far (academic-wise) and the rigour of JC has already taken roots in all of us. Nonetheless, these final two months (or less) will probably be the final period of time for us to truly soak in the beauty of liberty with no other worries or pains. Come next year, when the revelations unveil itself, we will all be awestruck by the epiphany and petrified by the dawn of As that everything we've failed to accomplish will only amount to unnecessary regret.

Therefore, I boldly proclaim: Go forth and play and at least for most of your holidays, be free from the slavery of work and remember what it's like to be happy. In many ways, people judge me and decide (who the fuck are you to decide) that I am in no position to tell others not to study. Well, then go be your lonesome self and keep your insolent comments within the parameters of your blind stupidity.

I always, and continue to, question myself with regard to the pursuit of happiness. We are never truly happy, not in this state of convolution which we have proudly declared to be an equilibrium. Things in dynamic motion that are in continuous flow are not necessarily a stable state of evenness; in some situations, such as our petty pursuits for monetary wealth and material standard of living, we are merely thrown into a whirl of chaos, stringed as puppets to believe we are still sane and in control of this 'equilibrium'.

So then, happiness? What audacity and authority do I have to say that we don't know what happiness is? After all, I do admit I may have perhaps never experienced true bliss long enough to hold on to that feeling. It is more than an emotion I would say; more like, a phenomenon. Happiness is an equilibrium. It is a state that will last and persist. When we are happy, we are greeted with angels and butterflies, and everything else a compromise we live with. But equilibriums never last. They do.. technically but in reality, nothing lasts. The only thing that ever prevails is pretentious, superfluous satisfaction.

And so I've thrown myself into this frenzy of work, scrambling to sort commitments out on a daily basis. I find work to distract, forget what a crazy world we live in and the stupidity of mankind. Work work work. That is the new play isn't it?

Maybe I am a little insane. We all are deep inside. Don't deny, just accept. The only way to circumvent this 'condition' is to embrace it.

I'm rambling. As usual.

So, next up: Dramafest 2013: Happiness?