People.

People. They believe that they are actually true to themselves. But how many are actually doing so? Not being afraid to be judged as they are. They predominantly just want to be liked, saying the things others want to hear. I always thought some of the people I know were brave enough to speak their minds but how was I to know that they just couldn’t do so and just crave to be the centre of attraction. I seem to be standing on a deserted island of truth with just a handful of people, surrounded by an ocean of deception. Nevertheless, I do not deny that I was once very doubtful of myself.

During my primary school life, I was not a confident person, even though I showed the world that I was. I was just another timid individual. I recently came across an article about puberty of how we have to face all these problems. Low self-esteem conceivably. When I read it, I was wondering why I never once faced these problems. Am I special? Mature for my age perhaps? That’s probably what I wanted to be. A person without problems, a successful teenager as everyone sees it. A person that everyone would look up to. I grew to realize that it is true; a successful person is not the one who never falls but the one who has the ability to stand up after a tumble.

I always thought I was the one who never fell, but was still equally successful. But I’m no different. I am in fact, only human. Growing up, it really is very complicating. Nevertheless, I still cherish every single moment of my childhood years and still eagerly waiting for the years to come.

Back to being in primary school. I was a bully. I managed to hide that timid character of mine beneath that bold girl that many feared. I do not wish to disclose it, but it is true. I wasn’t confident in the music I like, nor was I proud of liking Westlife or Britney Spears, maybe even S club 7 otherwise Mandy Moore. I was confident, but when it comes to people who tell me that the people I like, just aren’t the “in thing”, I’ll look down on myself. Surprising huh? I’m not that big to most of you now, am I?

But over the years, I just clicked and wala! The Wei Yi you know now. Confident and proud to say I love Jessica Alba even though she’s a slut or whatever. I was just watching one of my favourite movies -- Princess Diaries, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent -- Eleanor Roosevelt”. I hope I am the secure person I think I am. In fact, I know I am -- let’s just pray this isn’t an illusion like what is was before.

Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle, but you shall be the miracle -- Phillips Brooks (1835 - 1893). This guy departed more than a century ago, but what he said still lives on.

I agree in another case. Everyone is waiting for a miracle to happen to them. When they are sad, they want someone to comfort them. They do not want to show it but that happens to be the fact. I remember I was on MSN once, and there was this guy with a rather miserable nickname on how life sucked. I asked him how was he doing and whether he was doing fine. He was surprised that I confronted him, considering the fact that we do not communicate much. Only a hi-bye friend. He confessed that he felt much better just after I acknowledged his feelings. He realized that some one did care. You see, WE are actually the miracle. Every single one of us has the potential to do so. You never know. Just a simple smile can actually save some one from being buried 6 feet under.

Coming clean, I too, ONCE wasn’t fond of being disliked by other people, as these hypocrites do. No offence, I’m speaking generally. After reading this blog, you may look down on me. Respect, is mutual. You respect me, I will do the same. Respect, you see, is only gained when we respect others. I have already done my part by respecting others, regardless of social status or brain power. So hate me all you want, that won’t stop me from doing what I think is right. I’ve learnt that there are a million people out there who may love me, but there’s definitely gonna be a billion who would hate me -- just keep on stepping. I never actually cared about how people feel about me, but there always will be a tendency of paranoia. It is just the volume where we differ.

Correct me if I shall be wrong.