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Cyril Sam
Thank you again, you are speaking my language.
Have a smile day.
:) :) :)
On why being a woman is a curse
http://obituarytointelligence.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/my-crime-i-am-a-woman/
150 years sentence? Have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing?
This makes a total mockery of the judiciary system. Unless they have discovered something that I am unaware of…..
:)
Sometimes it might be the intuitions of an author that is manifested through his or her writings. But when a reader approaches a written or printed piece of writing, the probable intuition with which the writer had given the expressions, would become– a fact, a truth, a prophesy, and, a living and pulsating piece of life.
I am hinting on that moment when the reader enters into the complex network of symbols and associations on the writer’s behalf and becomes astonished and shocked on seeing those inexplicable scenes of imagination and reality intervened.
I am hinting on a rise in the adrenalin levels of the reader, in that moment, when that one becomes conscious about the unconscious intrusion of the text into the boarders of his constructed privacy to the society.
Here some intuitions change their form “magically”.
I am hinting on that magic.
Perennial
I look at people who have achieved a lot throughout the years. I wonder how they persist amidst all the changes in life which post a challenge to our values and test our spirit. I am pretty certain that they also experience the same indecisiveness everyday whether to stop or carry on. This in itself posts to us another question which I believe everybody has experienced, in one way or another, at least in one point of our lives: What I am doing this for?
People can be very skeptical with this question. Some would say that we should try to find our own reasons. Others would say that fate has figured this out long before and that this is our mission, our purpose. While still the rest would continue to search for answers as they go on with their lives. Failing to get the answers everyday, they suffer from endless emptiness and purposelessness. The dragging of feet to work, the irritability with people, the impatience in waiting at church services are just some of its manifestations. Like going around in circles, you are looking for something which you do not even know what.
As I ponder on these thoughts, it dawned on me that as part of nature the only way we can survive is to let ourselves be consumed in its perennial process. Just like how the mountains, rainforests, and deserts submit themselves to the organic laws of nature, we should submit ourselves to its hands, which can be nourishing at one time, but harsh or even annihilating at another time. And if nature so dictates that a rainforest should become a desert eventually, then the rainforest cannot go against it. It has to leave all its flourishing trees and forget the scent of the different flowers that bloom in it. It has to let go of the wild animals that thrive in it and prepare to endure the restlessness of the sandstorms and indifference of the desert flowers. It is hard but there is no other way. Otherwise, nature will work with its hands and smite us with its defeating power.
This is how a man’s life should be lived. Always going with the flow of nature, never going against it.
The question asked previously is therefore irrelevant.
Tonton Toby’s and others are at it again.
The Oats temptation are not tempting anymore.
Honey, they are shrinking the content.
The choices are disappearing.
Without even a warning.
The price and the boxes remain the same.
Instead of twelve, it is reduced to ten.
I have a thought for the day
How about reducing the packaging
As well as the advertising
And dropping the cost to the consumers
Where are the regulations?
Lobbying as a citizen seem to be the order of the day.
“What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.” – Mahatma Gandhi
It is always comforting when someone says,”We are all God’s children.”
Lately I wish people would see God more of a great Teacher, and say “We are all God’s student.” For me it gives me comfort and responsibility. A good teacher is always caring, will give you examples, a lot of knowledge, and support but will never do the homework for you.
The other day I was having a casual chat with my friends on the topic “destiny & fate”. My friend was telling me that everything is predetermined by God and that we as human beings have to move forward in line with what we have.
On the contrary, i was arguing that there wasnt a thing called “fate” and as the kingdom is God is within each of us, it is WE who determine our future and God only gives options for us to choose.
I was basing my theory that if everything is as per God’s wish then there would be no evil in this world…
I look forward to your views on this topic.
This is my blog.. Although it is pretty personal, i’m willing to share what i have with the world for there is nobody else i can share it with :)
http://misanthropist-gurl.blogspot.com/?zx=adf3f2eeaec7c272
Life is short but cluttered. It is hard to see what is truly important through the haze of short term gratification.
Avenue
Denuded avenue, your staunch
path leads unerringly home.
The stakes are cracked and
toppled, the weeds accost your
–
verges. But you lead onwards,
refusing to capitulate.
Your ashen surface, hard and
unyielding at its core yet crumbling
–
at its extremities, manifests in
itself the dissension I feel. My
weak dullness, my wanton ignorance.
Circumspection shunned.
–
I cannot conciliate my desires with
my longings. My will atrophies,
rendering my effusive self-promises
meaningless.
–
The avenue stretches before me.
Denuded. Toppled. Crumbling.
I do not have much time left
If I am to follow its path.
This touched me yesterday. One video of a series of five. Stunning of what people think!
http://www.vimeo.com/2161980
I’m a wanderer, I am a seeker, an adventurer if you will – And just like every wandering soul, I have my history, my luggage, and my story that has left me to question the very essence of living. And so, I journey this life in search of something to quench my heart. For as poetic as adventurers and wanderers may be, they are in all honesty, mere lonely people looking for an answer to this jigsaw we call life. Every seeker has his or her own story. A turn that changed their lives and perspectives, that moment of clarity which ironically probably was the moment they began to question everything. Some were born poets, some were born to seek, other’s, the bigger portion of society I believe became wanderers through events as big as a death of a loved one or as small as appreciating the wonder of nature.
Yes, we are lonely. Yes, we spend alot of our time in questions more than answers. Yes, we might just be a bunch of misunderstood lost people. But do not at any moment, waste your time in concern or pity. Don’t feel sorry for us. For we – us wanderers- have something in common. A little piece of knowledge or perhaps wisdom that makes us philosophers in our own right, or maybe they just see us as cynic’s .. I don’t know. I couldn’t be absolutely sure. But we do have that piece of understanding that makes us more aware of our presence on earth, perhaps more so than others. For we, we understand there is more to life. We live in our questions and try to make sense of living. Shakespeare said :
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
And so, we also accept the fact that life in itself, is so meaningless. The concept of living and dying. Of course Macbeth said this in mourning for his wife. But essentially one wanders. Why are we here? Why life at all? The vastness creation. Just stop for a moment in a busy shopping mall, or the busy train station at peak hour, and take time to notice how everyone there, every single person, has their own life. Their own purpose. But why? Why do some strive so hard to make it big? Are we all not heading to the same place – the ultimatum of death? So what is the whole fuss about?
This of course, is the cue for the religious, to sing their tunes of God or their perception of God.
The truth is religion, dreams, ambition, are self invented by each individual for the sheer sake of bringing meaning to life. Because deep down, we all know how empty our lives would be otherwise. We love, we strive, we laugh, we cry. We experience, if only to bring some meaning to our life. For otherwise, there wouldn’t be the ‘ vastness of creation’. Why, we’d all live in a jungle waiting for death.
I noticed this when I was 16. This is probably why I have such an attraction to authors like Paulo Coelho. My curiosity sparked after a bittersweet experience that changed me forever. I remember asking friends, and watched as they would gape in horror when I would ask them what the point of life could be?? Some worried I was suicidal, which I wasn’t of course. I looked everywhere for answers. I recall one particular evening, watching my grandfather and my younger brother Shaun play game of chess. And I wandered ” Aren’t we just pawns in God’s game of chess?”
I say this with not an ounce of malice. I love God, I believe He exists. I just have questions. And I am just seeking the ways we perceive life, and why we live and do as we do. I have a friend Melvin, who is a free thinker.Funnily enough, he believes in God, he told me this was due to his love for astronomy. As Einstein once noted how everything in this universe was so carefully placed in all its correct alignments, and how if something as small as the angle of a planet as to change, the whole universe would come crashing down. And so, he concluded, there must be a God. So I asked Melvin how he could call himself a free thinker, if he did believe in God? And Melvin said he believed in the awesomeness of God, the vastness and greatness of God. But religion tries to define God, and he doesn’t believe we should try to comprehend the greatness of God. It made me wonder. Who is more faithful as child of God?
The hardcore religious believer with their sheltered and narrow opinions of other religions, or this boy, a free thinker.. who truly appreciates the vastness of creation?
So we continue to make sense of life, by bringing in meaning to it. Religion, dreams, ambition.
But really, why, why do we play our part? Why, life?
Today the horrific news; 15 people killed in a small German town, Winnenden, north of Stuttgart. When we look at stories like this one must think, why can’t the governments of the world stop people becoming crazy? The answer is simple, become a therapy state and help people overcome their anger and emotions while it is still under control.
Imagine this role-play.
1- How are you today?
2- I’m feeling good, I had a great session with my therapist and have left go of a lot of anger
1- That is great, I am going to see my therapist today, my life so much better since I came to terms with my problems.
2- Yes therapy is really the way forward, I’m glad my government made my country a therapy state and provide a new way of thinking towards everyone going for some type of therapy. It is a great way of helping everyone and finding the real problematic people who are self destroying and only want to hurt others.
1- Yes I must agree, the governments idea to put at least one social worker in every school is wonderful. At least I know my children are being looked after…How did we ever live without understanding therapy? Were we still living in Medieval times?
Image of the day: Deathbed
http://mybheja.blogspot.com/2009/03/image-of-day-deathbed.html
God bless you all ! :)
A song for the day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u16J8b5V8uA
It’s a weird one, really. The words talk a bit about the future of the world and how we have wasted all the oxygen. :D
Let’s live so others can breathe tomorrow. :)
Love,
Liina L.
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