The Norms of Hypocrisy (Drowned by the Ocean)

"Cover me with your overwhelming calm, embrace me with the darkness of your night, and----your silence." I often sigh.

 I've never been in a situation where I could be good and nice at the same time. When prompted to be nice, I'd be pushed to my limits, and miraculously, that's when goodness starts. Yes, the good that I know is something that will make me feel better, the chance where I can prove that I'm right, whatever is at stake.  And most of the time, I am despised.

It feels like heaven when people give us praises, just because they see us doing what they wanted to see. I call that the norms of hypocrisy. I want to laugh, laugh so hard until my head would crack! It's really funny how people want something better but don't want their hands to collect dirt or grease. It's funnier even, to look at them wanting to be in a high place, not for them to get a better view beyond the horizon but because they want the horizon to look up at them. Many wanted to go to heaven but don't want to succumb to death.

We can never have the best of both worlds.When we want something, we should work hard for it. If there is a need to hold a rag and a cutter to be able to remove the oddities of a jewel, we must do so. Pretending to be nice when there is nothing good left within us, is just like trying to hone a plastic cup to make it glitter like silver or gold.

There's a diamond above the clouds, and that is none other than my ideal, my dream. I don't hunger for the best in others, for I can be my very best on my own. I am the heart of the ocean. I can always be me.