I’ve had a problem with rules longer than I can remember. I’m neither saying it’s a good thing nor a bad thing. I’m just saying that I have problem with rules. A lot of times, when I don’t see the point of a rule or a regulation, I don’t follow it, because seriously, there are other things I’d rather set my attention to.
However, when I’m convinced enough that a particular regulation has sense, I gladly oblige. Take for instance the No Jaywalking signs in streets. I don’t jaywalk as much as I can help it, because frankly, it’s not worth risking my life for. But when it’s 3 in the morning and there aren’t any cars around anymore, are you going to walk the extra block to cross the street in the intended pedestrian lane? No you don’t, because there’s no point. But that’s just me.
I think that we have so many rules I can’t keep track on all of them anymore. We have all these rules to make life safer and easier and to keep us alive longer. But while you do have to try not to bump your head into everything or ran into things too much, life in general shouldn’t just be about safety. It shouldn’t keep us from hopping on a random bus going up North without any plans, or trying a drink we haven’t tried before. It shouldn’t stop us from dancing, from singing our lungs out or having fun with loved ones.
We don’t live to be safe. We live to take risks and be responsible for whatever the outcome is. Because whatever happens to you, good or bad, it will be a great learning experience. And you’ll be wiser for it, even if you do get bruised or wounded. Over time, pain will just be transformed into memory, and later on, a wonderful experience.
I’m not saying it’s okay to break every rule from now on. I’m just saying that it’s not so bad when you don’t follow them from time to time. I don’t know when I’ll be okay with following rules, but so far I didn’t turn out that bad, did I?
(Written: January 20, 2010)