Pas de Touché

"You can't always get what you want,".

Possibly a common sense. A publicly agreed that it is true and somewhat close to a complete fact that we can't always get what we want. A book suggested otherwise that the universe could give us whatever we want, given a true mind with its genuine intention.

I have learned that I'm built to solve things. Justify matters even to its darkest intention, to find the small light of its thinnest possibility of its existence that it can probably clear our paths for our greater goods. Or simply perhaps there's actually no light at all and someone got to buy a torch light real quickly before someone trips over and die.

Anyway, I do believe that we can't always get what we want. Given a simpler meaning of knowing what we want or what we're having. You want to have a vanilla ice cream from McDonald's but they are out of stock. Too bad, hence you have to settle with chocolate. You're a bit disappointed but all in all, you're happy anyway to get an ice cream. Unless you're that stupid moron who mengade2 to run to all McDonald's in the city to find a cone of vanilla ice cream. I confess, I sometimes do such things.

Yet, at the end, it's alright if you still couldn't get it. You just miss Ice Cream on Monday day with your friends but you can still join again next week. No harm done. Just one day without ice cream. Cool, sweet and smooth vanilla flavoured ice cream as if it was made in heaven of a bigger ice cream factory with a hint of honey and fig.

Score an A in your exam, great job promotion, getting the girl (or boy) of your dreams, a wonderful loving family, etc.

Failure.

"Oh well, we can't always get what we want,".

Before I get lost in my own mixing of brain vomit, I'm thinking this entry is something about skipping the stages of grief. Get to Acceptance straight away POSITIVELY and move on. Something like that I think, but not very thorough on the details. Just mingling around the introduction with no valid points on how should it be done.

Success is sweet. Hence failure is bitter. Too much sweet is not good for you. Too much bitter will ruin your life. A balance of both perhaps? A bit more sugar?

I really have no idea.

I wanted it, but I couldn't get it out. Touché.

Like Creamer in Coffee

I'm a boy. I'm not that much different than that 14 years old I once was and sometimes pretend to be a sophisticated 40 years old who wears nice suits and talks about smart stuffs with cigars and throw out some lame wife jokes. The inaccurate simulation left out some real issues; work ethics, the seductive and incredibly gorgeous secretary, rebellious children, stubborn relatives and the pet cat that loves everyone else but me. I only take on the cool stuffs.

I'm a boy. I want to remind myself that I am.

Hah.

Ahh, I'm getting a bit personal.

I'm 23 now. But we do that once in a while. Introspection. Too often, once a month, a year or never. It's just one of those moments. I'm 23 now. Young, spoiled, smart, not so interesting but unique and insanely attractive to a respectable amount of female today.

And oh I make great sandwiches. Not very healthy, but great.