Truth? are you sure, my friend?

Somehow I believe, truth is the most unknown element.

One thing that we can never really grasp no matter how we’re desperate for it. We can settle ourselves in what we think is truth, that’s easy, but we can never really claim ownership on any amount of truth because it’s all objective.

Just an example, what I believe to be true based on what I call fact -”I think that He didn’t love me because he’s never said so” - This, isn’t always true, it’s really only what I’ve perceived as truth. Real truth is a mutual decision, such as “He doesn’t love me because I asked him about it and he told me so, and we both agreed this was fact.” you need a conformation, then you’re free to claim that that’s the truth.

But, that kind of truth is …well…hard, mostly because no one wants to be reminded that someone isn’t in love with them.

Other Half

In Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes explains this feeling of familiarity with the claim that the loved one was out long lost “other half” whose body we had originally been stuck to.

In the beginning, all human beings were hermaphrodites with double backs and flanks, four hands and four legs and two faces turn in opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so powerful and their pride so overwhelming that Zeus was forced to cut them in two, into a male and a female half – and from that day, each man and each woman has yearned to rejoin the half from which he or she has been severed.

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Each time I see those thick dark clouds,

I used to smile and make a wish

That it will turn to rain.

Because I know that I would watch for you to play under the rain.

Seems that rainy day and you make a symphony.

The rain without you makes me blue

Happy days I knew will always be right here to stay

When the rainy day brings me back;

Brings me into your arms

(Mira Lesmana & Karimata, 1991)