monologues

monologue /ˈmɒn(ə)lɒɡ/
a long, tedious speech by one person during a conversation.

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tedious. uninteresting.

this is probably why monologues started to surface in this realm of  human reality. became a part of the social culture that was somehow labelled private in certain occasions.

 they are just too boring, too plain to the ears of some. still, there is always that one part of us that wants to tell those simple, uneventful tales of ours.

we never actually wanted ears that'll hear them, just as long as our mouths could say them.

that would be enough.

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some people were lucky enough to be found interesting. their monologues just seemed to catch the interest of the universe. their words are so full of meaning, so full of life. their point of views were seen as important.

take Shakespeare for example. he had beautiful, articulate words within his personal dictionary, a mind that was always running wild with ideas, a heart so sensitive. a man that thought about the laws of basic humanism and world peace. he had a lot to say as he had an abundance of whys and hows that somehow just pop up in his two-fist brain.

he was smart.

he was something.

he mattered.

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here, my point is this. not everyone is like that. a common fact that i would like to highlight. you would find yourself worthless and unimportant in this world once in a while. you have nothing to show, nothing to make you stand out and attract people.

you are not smart.

you are not something.

you don't matter.

your ideas are just basic logic and you tend to follow the current of time and stick to the common pop culture references. somehow you realize that this mind of yours only divides facts into two main sub-units; the facts that are good and correct and the facts that are bad and wrong.

you had nothing to show. you were just so normal. in fact, too normal.

still, that one part of you, that 'something' that is always knocking at the back of your mind, tugging on your heart strings would always makes you feel stifled on the inside. you just had to tell someone about your monotonous day, your dim ideas and philosophies. you knew this, you wanted to speak. you wanted yourself to hear these words come out from your own mouth.

and oh boy, you know you have the rights.

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i believe, we all have the rights to want to be listened to. no idea is monotonous and no day could turn out uneventful. they might be boring, but they do matter.

a life of a person matters. the fact that they keep on going through their days matters.

no matter how gray their days are and how dim their view upon certain debated subjects, the fact that they could live through another day, repeating that same exact cycle no matter how painful it would be just shows how much that person matters.

the words we say and the things that we act out are a cycle of chained stories, all connected from one person to another, an event to another. with one word that we say today, an event happens as a result; a though pops up, a feeling occurs. maybe that event is minuscule or the feelings were only felt in a beat of the heart, but it ensures the universe to stay on track and continue its cycle.

they are balancing all of this madness on an invisible thread.

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dwindling this down, what i am trying to say is just say those words that you have in mind. make yourself feel contentment and enjoy that sense of serenity.

let someone hear it. anyone, including yourself. let your own ears here what is playing in your own mind. there are always loose knots here and there inside our idle minds and hearts that just somehow tightens itself when they hear a new sound.

they interpret those words that seemed foreign in multiple unexplainable ways.

you will soon end up with a vast view upon things. probably not as vast as others, but certainly better then what you had before. you will grow.

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modernity has failed us.

we know this. everybody has their own state of mind. probably everyone is self-centered, including me myself.

we cant promise ourselves to be happy and be given hope from the world, there's too much happening in every part of the world. people are busy feeding their own souls most of the time, too corrupted in various misshapen ways. but remember this, don't let yourself down, don't lose faith in yourself and continuously mend your soul.

stand on the pillars that you made yourself and nurture yourself bit by bit.

have endless monologues in front of mirrors, laugh at those jokes and cry at those painful words. it is okay. face yourself and accept it.

you are smart.

you are something.

and certainly, you do matter.


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