when one’s presence, or effort, goes unnoticed, or simply; ignored, he retreats back to his cave and goes on reproaching himself, and others, forever dwells with all his miseries, knowing not what to do but to continue lament on unimportant details and facts. he spins he twists he keeps on remembering, and at the same time, forgetting, because in the passage of time, what he cannot remember he forges, and when he forges, he constructs memories based on his beliefs and perception. false ones, to be exact.
the act of ignorance, although cannot be justified, can be explained. but explanations which are not irrational, need not to be explained. it should be suffice to maintain perfect silence, or better, with a certain aloofness in order to deceive oneself, and others at the same time. this aloofness, of course, comes in many forms.
it can be an act of escapement, or a form of distraction, without really dealing with whatever problems we may have. at least, an outward form of aloofness. so it seems so but it is not so. it may be so but it is not so. something does not disappear only because we wish them to. so despair not. because i hear you.
only i choose not to act on it.
perkaraperkara 