29 July 2009

Small and Seemingly Unimportant Events

In less than two weeks, I will be leaving what I considered home for the past 20+ years. As I start packing my things into bags and boxes, small and seemingly unimportant events keep flashing on my mind. I remembered how I spent the entire afternoon living in a fantasy world with my Lego, or my first set of Magic the Gathering cards. Just holding my high school year book brings back the 1-hour-before-test reviews. Even the books that I bought but was seldom used. Nostalgia is a powerful feeling.

It took more than an hour to pack just one box. When I was born, I only have one thing: my birth certificate. As time goes by, I seem to accumulate more and more things. Some may be regarded as strict requirements in life, like educational certificates and work permits while others are just plain trash. Now, I am cluttered with things I can do without yet chooses not to discard.

While writing this post, I realized that I never thought about the big events in my life. Graduations and birthdays were nonexistent during my reminiscing moments. This came as a surprise knowing that humans tend to focus on bigger and grander events. I have this tendency of defining people based on their great accomplishments. Now I know I am wrong.

Life is not just about the awards or the books, or the toys. Nor is it about birthdays, graduations or wedding ceremony/ies. Life is composed of small and seemingly unimportant events that happens unconsciously. A digital image is made up of hundreds and thousands of pixels. Individually, these pixels can be created without changing the overall impression of the image and yet these small dots define who we are.

Pixlyfing, creating a digital image of life one pixel at a time. A made up word that is appropriate for this post. It is a life long process that involves time, patience, a fast system and a big memory.

It is not an easy task considering how imperfect humans are. Some pixels may not come out as planned but eventually, as youth turns to maturity, when a higher perspective is reach, a beautiful picture will be painted.

PS: But right now, I'm still pissed at some of my pixels.

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