Assumptions about other people and ourselves*

Do you know why there are so many screwed-up relationships in
this world? Because people like you and I refuse to communicate is one of the reasons.

We prefer to assume, because it's safer and comfortable for our ego.
When we assume, we make an ass out of u and me.
Instead of spoken and written words, we communicate through songs, art, films; secondary mediums to bring our message across. Because we're afraid of rejection and indifference. It's as if when we are separated by a medium (MSN, Blogs, Irony), then we can rest our minds knowing if our work is rejected, it does not necessary mean we are unlovely. Rather it's piece of work that can be improved on. Self-worth that can be improved on. Can self-worth be improved?

Sometimes we hold back what we want to say, for political correctness, for politeness, to lessen trouble for ourselves. Because why should we bother about others, when they don't seem to give some? We always want that something from others, but we don't want to give the same thing in return. We just don't want our kindness to be taken advantage of, and of course we're just plain greedy and ungrateful. Which in turn makes us self-centered. The need to protect ourselves.

We seek to procure, to dominate, to outdo and outshine. To collect all the items for the next level up, for survival. What is it all for? The very thought of having to let them go inspires fear. The thing which we yearn for most, is the most guarded possession that each one of us has.

The most precious, a privilege for certain people, should be taken care of by its owner. Because no one else can know how to take care of your heart, other than ourselves. We are interdependent of each other, for survival reasons, for companionship, for something special. Without the people around us, we wouldn't be where we are today. Without basic necessities provided by the earth, we would not live. Without our flesh, bones, 70% water, and other components, there would be no body.

There would be no self. So how real is the self? Do we own our bodies? When things start to fall apart, when they no longer have a reason to stay together, how real are the things we have now, when change is the only constant.

.

*edited