There are many theories floating around in regards to genetics and how you follow your parents. Some say that you are born the same as everyone else in mentality and it is your upbringing that dictates what you become. Others say that your traits are inherited from your father. Then you have the extreme compromisers which say that both are valid points but odds are you have a higher chance of possessing traits your parents had but upbringing affects it too. I also once heard that a child will always turn out in such a way that they will annoy their parents.

If you do take after your parents then what do you do if they turn out as failures? What if they turn out as tragic heroes which have a brilliant life and then hit rock bottom before their time is up? what if you knew you were going to inherit this?

Wouldn't that suck.

But then again, if you're set on not getting one flaw, odds are you'll just end up with another just as bad. Such as paranoia.

It is easier to relate with something you know of or have felt before. This works in both long term and short term. If you have seen or felt death or pain, you can relate to someone feeling it at the moment. If you're currently in pain, you can see the pain in other people more likely.

Perhaps this is where the saying "it takes one to know one" comes from. If you are a person that is often paranoid, wouldn't you see others that are also paranoid? Wouldn't you become observant of the tiniest details or actions of other people and declare it as a symptom of paranoia?

The world is filled with inequality. The world is filled with wealth, resource and food yet there is still widespread poverty and famine. People in wealthy countries will forever know of the suffering in other parts of the world. It is over our media, our education, our county's propaganda.

Yet there is poverty within the upper echelons of the world. Many people complain about their life. They don't make enough money. They don't have a large enough property or a nice enough location.

I wonder what could cause such a level of thinking. You are born into a family which has never known starvation, a home which has always known the feel of a warm, soft bed and the cleansing feel of a shower. Yet we still nitpick about the tiniest of things.

Perhaps it is the feel of relativity. Perhaps, it was the fact that we were wealthy yesterday that we must be wealthier today. Perhaps that notion of constant improvement is what makes us thrive. Perhaps humanity was never built to stay on the same level for long. Perhaps.

Yet, if we were to maintain this then perhaps it is better to be born in poverty so we may always climb higher. We could also learn to stay at the same level and grow used to where we are.

But if we learn to stay at the same level and appreciate it, why would we fight to go up? We would inherit the motivation-less element of communism. Without a free market, we would remain the same or possibly recede.

Then perhaps, this feeling of failure, of striving is beneficial to humanity as a whole?

The art of First Aid holds two major divisions. Physiology and Psychology. Obviously a patient with no blood, pulse or breath is not going to survive. Likewise, a patient in shock is slightly closer to danger than anyone else. Therefore it is important that you reassure a patient. Reassurance gives them calmness, gives them hope and at the very least conserves their energy.

The logic of this is astoundingly strong, a person's mind regulates the body and if it's out of control, who will control the body? The same applies to life. Many people have perfectly healthy bodies, a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. These same people often have problems in life. Their boss hates them. Their football team loses. Their life sucks. Whatever their reason, life's problems always gets the better of them. Their brain starts to worry, their body's age sky rockets and before you know it they've burnt out before they've retired.

But to every force in life, there must be a counterbalance, right? There must be yin to the yang. There must be heaven to the hell. Perhaps in our world the downfalls of the economy, nation and perhaps even humanity in general can be made up for by the smaller glories in life. The smile when you hear Jack Dawson play hero. The grin you give when you hear a joke. These smaller things in life build up, and perhaps they are the things to focus on in life which drown out the torrential cascade of failure in each persons life.

Good things don't even have to come in small pieces. Perhaps it's that extra special person or that group of people you just love being around. Perhaps it's that view of the mountains across an endless valley of trees when you stand atop a cliff and feel the wind around your face.

Find your salvation and never let go. Only then will the world go by.

There are various upbringings in this world that are acceptable. Some say you must follow your heart and desires when posed with a decision. Others say the side of righteousness is the one you must pick. Some also say that neutrality is the way to go.

I like to think that I was brought up with the teachings of neutrality yet my actions speak otherwise. In most conflicts between good people, it is often the side of righteousness, law and other morals against the desires of a person or group. This in itself is a debate which will never be solved as there is never an adequately fair question that can be posed in the debate wants vs right.

That is perhaps why neutrality is a blessing. Neutrality is neither the enemy nor the ally of anyone. It could be a bystander or a mediator.

Yet what happens, if a person of neutrality is not asked to pick a side, rather, forced to pick a side - either through direct rejection from one side or from forced representation by another? What would happen to a person caught in the pulls of decision making?

Confusion. Panic. Disorientation. When a person is seen as a member of the opposition, often they are treated as such, no questions asked. Often a few lies built on lies, or even lies built on truths could drive one side into hating, or seeing the "neutral" person as the enemy. And how does one prove they are neutral, and not the enemy? Does one swap sides then quit? Or do they try to convince someone that they are neutral knowing full well that everyone is paranoid of their enemies, seeing all the fictional signs of lying.

So maybe, neutrality is not as peaceful as most believe.

There lives two tales for the namesake of this blog. The first lies in the meaning of flowers.

Flowers are symbolic entities. They range from romantic roses to floating lily pads. Yet, what symbolism could they possibly hold to a male. Especially from an early age?

There was once a book, written long ago and most likely swept under the rug of time. It was called "Flowers for Algernon" by Daniel Keyes. It was a touching novel, one written in a diary like way, much akin and very similar to "The curious incident of the dog in the night-time" by Mark Haddon. It told a story of a mentally disabled person, who through experimental science, became a genius. He became intelligent beyond anyone's imagination. The book showed the effects of rapid maturity - the isolation of over-achievement and the confusion of having a mental maturity beyond your emotional maturity.

Yet, the part that struck me most was that although he saw the superficiality of the people around him, the thing that hurt him most was that as he displayed his flair, the person he loved most began to suffer self-doubt. The person he loved progressively felt more and more inferior and distant. He took it upon himself and after his love told him of her self-doubt, he began to hope that he would one day regress. Fortunately for him the experimental science did lose effect and he slowly grew "dumber". He was happier that way, the world was simpler, easier to understand.

Yet, despite this, he had pushed his love away and there was nothing he could do to amend it.

The world "Flowers" in my name is a tribute to this novel and it's interpretation of mental and emotional growth.

No one ever hopes to shadow over those they care for. Yet no one ever wishes to be powerless for those they care for. Sometimes it is not how hard you try to succeed, rather, how hard you consider.

Is caused by mystery.

Throughout history much tension and even wars were conceived over one entity 'assuming the worst'. History continually repeats itself because one thing continually exists. Mystery.

When there is a mystery, people often want to know what it is. And when people want to know what something is, they start thinking about what it might be. They enter the domain of over thinking and before you know it, they're assuming either a doomsday dilemma or a fanatical fantasy. It's a bit like internal propaganda, you use emotions as leverage and let them run wild, driving the mind into doing things it would not normally do.

And yet people continually do this on a day to day basis. Quite often unintentionally, but nonetheless doing it. As much as I believe in the purity and strength of intent, accidentally killing a child whilst juggling claymores doesn't exactly change the fact that someone is dead. Likewise, driving people crazy, blaming yourself and driving even more people crazy doesn't acquit you of driving people crazy. Sure, you're guilty but like most emotions, it's a sense of motivation or a driving force, not a solution.

But then, can you really blame a person who unintentionally causes harm? What good does it do to imprison a person charged with manslaughter? Does the guilt mean they'll become a savior- a messiah? Or does it serve as peaceful retribution on behalf of the victim's loved ones?

No, it'll most likely just lead to more renegade emotions usurping rationality.

And the solution to this spiral of psychotic failure and ill fortune?

An anomaly in action from someone - anyone.

If no one is guilty, yet something bad happens, it takes a lot of effort for it to get swept under the rug. Yet if everyone agrees, perhaps the cyclic inertia might encounter some friction and stop.

Maybe if someone stops assuming the worst or stops leaving large shards of mystery around, everyone else may stop, re-contextualize and calm down.

Maybe.

'Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, And no good thing ever dies' - Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption

Can be seen in many stressful situations in life. Most likely in smaller, more delicate bite sized portions but the principal change is still there.

A person has many faces and attitudes to many different types of situations. Perhaps we all have the same faces and the only difference is that we swap a few faces here and there. But regardless, a persons day to day or dominant face(s) is often how a person is typically seen. It is probably why if you see a person on a normal day, they will seem bland and whatnot. Yet, if you were to spontaneously enter a dramatic situation, you would understand a bit more as to how they think.

Of course, that's just my thoughts...

It was only today, as I walked through an overgrown scrap of parkland that I realized something. Girls like her gives people like me the Messiah complex.

For those of you who do not know what this is, the Messiah complex is a state of the mind where you're a hero or some bizarre savior of the world. My interpretation is that it can stretch to day to day situations where you're abnormally chivalric at times and that when you see a person in distress (most likely a girl, bite me you feminists) you have this compelling vision of them crying their last tear and looking up, cracking a slight smile and whispering a soft thank you. You then have this wonderfully novel-worthy journey in which you spend days thinking about this sad person and doing whatever you can to cheer them up. Sometimes it ends in a happy story and everyone end up where they want to be and other times it's just a sad fallout and everyone's borderline suicidal and that one INFJ is complaining about a lack of introvert energy (if you don't get that then don't worry).

Back to the fancy one liner.

Girls like you give people like me the Messiah Complex.

I once knew a girl who was a self proclaimed damsel in distress. She would cry of her poor life and milk sympathy with the claws of her sorrow. To a growing teenager, a crossroad seems to emerge out of nowhere. Before you know it, you're either immune to these attention seekers or you're some bloke with shiny metal armor and a messiah flavored complex.

It's rather ironic, isn't it. One day you find yourself helping every attention seeker you cross and you realize how much the first girl deceived you for herself. Yet, you never really see that in the girls you're helping now, until after something bad happens.

Of course, you could always have been wrong about the first one...

There are many things about me which I cannot describe in one day. The time it takes to know someone varies alot, perhaps it could take three seconds and the sad look in thier eye tells their sad story. Or maybe it could take years in which you have to go through good and bad times with them to see how they think. And even then, they may still find a way to surprise you. Like Hobbits. Except Frodo, it was really the trump card of the big black dude talking.

But what I can say is that I see much evil in this world and I must say, it takes one to know one. As a result I'm the head villain of vanity, the worst of the worst and many other unsavory titles which I will think up and self proclaim.

Oh, by the way. One of the founding thoughts of this blog was caused by a person I have taken quite a liking to. They said I was hard to read, which was contrary to my vain opinion of myself.

Also, In retrospect, blank books are also hard to read so perhaps....

Perhaps one day, I may look back and give a sad smile as I see how ignorant I once was. Of course I might also look back one day and realize how far I had come and how far I have fallen. Nevertheless, archives are never bad and perhaps the best place to hide something is where millions of people can see it.

Belle de jour did that and it worked. Also made her a crap load of money.