What I stand for. And what I don't. I'm confident you have slowly but surely grown attuned to the way I project my thoughts in the most arbitrary and more than oft superfluous fashion. But admist these ramblings of mine, I have subconsciously revealed the strengths of my character and the flaws I represent.

I behold efficiency like the crown jewel and when something is of utmost importance, nothing else should stand in the way between me and getting to that ultimatum with extreme efficacy. This is usually a double-edged sword as albeit efficiency is something many ideally crave for, my cold dissent for any forms of impediments include emotions. Let there be no mendacity when I say that efficiency often takes precedence over any weak displays of emotions. I come across very much so like a heartless dictator; perhaps I am, but that gives no excuse for inefficacy to be tolerated.

Amongst others, I dislike pretentious people and doings. We are all born with unique characteristics, certainly not all in our favour, but from the larger light, we each have something to be proud of. Being flawed in a certain area gives reason to enact change and induce correction towards perfection but that is no stimulus for one to change who he or she is. Tweaking one's actions to better one's personality is world's apart from role-playing a starkly different character simply in hope of winning favours. If there is anything, it is this that completely puts me off.

And still, there are happier thoughts to where I wallow in my own regrets and condescension. Soaked in all this hate against imperfections and disgust in so many other aspects, it is oft hard for me to find comfort in things. You notice that my posts are either critical in nature (even in its analysis of how nature seems to mock at us) or fragmented into fragile portions.

But you change everything. You bring rainbows and unicorns to this desolated wasteland. A war zone once blasphemy to the truth that stood in its way now a devout holy ground central to the altar. You bring light in darkness, water to drought, heat to the cold, wind to the stale air, and comfort to the weak. You bring warmth when there is none, and a tinge of this 'fuzzy' feeling.

If abstract writing couldn't do any better, it's because you've surpassed its status and surmounted its capacity to describe perfection.

If I could, you know I would. Right now. But we'll wait (:

This is my 300th post. Let this be a tribute:

To what I stand for. To what I believe in.

Hope.

And you give me hope

Strength

and spirit to live.

♥