I Hate History

"History repeats itself."

Just when and where did I hear that punch liner? If it ever came out from our third year History teacher, I highly doubt that, for I always end up snoring amidst her discussions.

Anyway, never mind that.

It was just a quote ill-favored by our Kas 1 professor, for, according to him, it is we who repeat history. We look back to the past for us to realize our mistakes, and so make ways for innovations. But then, we can never say that a circumstance will always lead to what we have experienced from the past. We live not in a constant context of time and place; all things transpire, and so, change. In fact, we go along with it.

So what's the essence of studying history? It is for the least, having an idea of what to do in a situation when caught by it, then device a plan beforehand, so as to not expect the worst case scenario. But sometimes, it's really hard to assume. No one can really tell what could be the worst. You'll never know when things can go beyond.

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So when the situation's already there face-forward, is there any harm in trying? Of course there is. It's up to us if we are willing to take the risks waiting ahead. They will hurt the moment they surface, but as they transpire, 'moments' are all they will end. On the latter, when you get to surpass them all, and look at each of it with a smile on your face, that's when you can call it a history.

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We learn from our past. We learn from history. But then, it is still up to us if we are willing to submit to the enticing outside pleasures, therefore opening the door of repeating history.

It is we who repeat history.

And the most nerve-wrecking part in all this is when you decide to whether let yourself fall down the pit hole or not.