The act of reciprocation is essential to many philosophies that regard relationships and love. Reciprocation is in laymans terms an action done for no other purpose than the action itself, based out of true love or friendship.

It is about effort, the result, and the reaction. The truest form of reciprocation is when 2 individuals engage in a mutual action ( eg: a conversation) not so that they may gain from the conversation but for the sake of having the conversation itself, no strings attached sort of mentality.

The act of reciprocation also extends beyond that into the realm of actions being done, e.g if one would follow the other into battle, you would hope that the other would do the same.

I suppose this post is more about me than the concept itself. And that;'s the funny thing about concepts like this. You see them, and know that their nature is flawless and that their idealism is spot on. We should all expect one another to reciprocate emotions of love, caring, concern and genuine considerations, but it rarely happens, no matter what your efforts are to maintain your end of the reciprocation.

The fact is that some of these Marxist ideas of reciprocation and the like will only exist among those who have read and understood how to practice them, and it makes sense since you would ask an illiterate to write a book on rocket science.

And so that metaphor transcends to what it called reciprocation. Many of the times the relationships in modern society consists of one person demanding and another providing. Since in the most basic way one likes to be coddled and the other likes to coddle.

My point is that poeople loose sight of what is right, and people loose sight of what is fair. People are individuals by nature but necessitate  this form of reciprocation in order to stay sane and live in a way that does not fring upon madness and stupidity. For the love of god, if only people were not so ignorant, if only people had bigger hearts and smaller heads so that they could get obver themselvs and understand that they will never make it on their own.

The people around you are there for you, you can step on their toes and use them as a punching bag or a ladder to get to the top, but thats not why they are there. Tjhat is not why they exist, they are worth just as much as you, and are there to show you their love for you. These people need to stop thinking about themselves so much, and treating others around them like they are put on this planet to accept everything that people throw at them.

Show more respect. CARE more, CONSIDER MORE.

The BEST Christmas Ever

You know how when you get older those things you cherished  so ignorantly as a child begin to fade and blend into the fabrics of your life, leaving little for there to get up at 6 am and run downstairs for. It becomes a day where you recognize that, hey this day isn't so much of a religious holiday as much as it is a time to raise your glasses ( many a times) to the Little lord baby Jesus being projectile vomited from his mothers virgin vag. AWESOME.

And then when Christmas morning does roll around, you wake up as your adult you, thinking ' cool I'm getting shit'. Now this years was particularly interesting being that, when this little 22 year old ran downstairs looking for presents big and exciting, something that'll jump out at you not only because of appeal but it also has your name on it YES. So i found mine, a big heavy box with MATTHEW splattered all over the card.

I was stoked. I was thinking that telling my parents (santa) a litany of items that were on my wishlist would have resulted in me getting at least one!

This was not the case, as my 22 year old self dissolved into the eccstatic, hyper, elated 11 year old i once was and i burried my hands deep into the folds and creases of my present and with one mighty tear i revealed the naturee of the beast.

I looked down and my 11 year old self died and oozed tediously and painfully from every orifice of my body. It was no watch, no telescope lens, no second city tickets, no nothing. It was.. a steamer.

At the point my 11 year old self died, my teen angst 16 year old self jumped into my face painting myself with a true facade of bitter dissapointment. However that quickly dissapated into 'Oh Greats..' and 'Thanks moms'.
But i wasn't fooling anyone.

This is the thing about Christmas and what i realized that day. Its a day where we gather to celebrate a supposedly divine superpower by buying what we can giving it to people we are related to or like and forgetting about the whole Jesus thing involved with it.