I Spent the Afternoon Doing Nothing

Yesterday's surprise for my grandfather was perfectly carried out. My aunt brought him to the mall, while the rest of us helped in bringing the party together. When they finally arrived, he still did not know that the band, the food, and the guests were there for his birthday celebration, (since his birthday is actually 3 days ago). Of course, he was astounded. Nonetheless, he loved it. He was very happy, and I could swear he was holding back the tears. ;)

People adore surprises. They love it when they do not know something, when they are left unaware at first. Of course, they are bound to know it at the end, and when they do, it'll always be an emotional impact - silence, scream or tears. There is just one rule, you must not, must not know it at first. You must only know it the moment it happens, or else, it isn't a surprise at all. And for some reasons, they love that. People love surprises.

And yet, they want to know everything. People always try to find out what is behind every phenomenon: why do brown rabbits give birth to white ones, why doesn't honey spoil, what is love, what is life, what is death. People hate ignorance. And yet they love surprises, which makes them momentarily ignorant.

And yet they fear death, which is their greatest surprise. They spend their lives, their momentary ignorance, fearing something they'll never know what exactly is. They somehow always try to prevent it or make great sense out of it. Being a surprise that it really is, you'll only know all about it the moment it happens. Only death holds answers to the question it brings. And for some reasons, they hate that. People hate losing their lives, losing their ignorance.

And yet they love surprises. ;)

*done blabbing.