Resistance...

During my period of isoationism, many thoughts came into my mind. One of them is about the meaning of resistance.

The human heart is fickle. We do things that is contrary to what we have set out to do. Despite the protest of the mind, the heart has the power to veto the decision. One needs a heart of steel and a determined mind to successfully repel any submission. This power to choose and think analytically is supposed to be the one thing that differentiate us human from animals. We make rational choices, we have discipline and we use our brains more than any other animals. However, how many times have we succumbed to temptations despite knowing what is detrimental to us? Do you always abide by the rules and follow the teachings ingenuously? Sometimes, even the cheesiest of reasons can persuade and convince one to act irrationally. By then, one has to evaluate whether is that any point in putting up any form of resistance. As the saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them. Should you really join them? Ethically, I dun think so. No matter how adverse a situation may be, one's own beliefs should still stand. Even if I shall fall, my pride and grace shall hold.

Someone finds salvation in everyone and another only fame. Someone tries to hide themselves down inside their selfish brain. Someone swears his true love until the end of time, another runs away. Separate or united? Healthy or insane? (quoted from the song Be yourself by Audioslave)