Finding it

Have i lost something, because i'm searching for something. I don;t know how many times i've wrote about this, but what else is there to write about. What is more important than finding yourself. It is in no way selfish. It affects the world, not because i'm special, actually i am anything but special, i am merely a shadow; the one who dwells in the background, the layer which is covered by the majority.

They say finding yourself is finding the truth, the universe unfolds itself right in front of your eyes. We spend billions, sending ships to the moon and all other places, yet the answers lie right in front of us, the guy/girl sitting next to you, the sales person, the shop attendant, you. That is all tha matters in this world. Finding the humanity; the link, or as i like to call it the "greater self" that which trully unites us on a large scale should be our focus.

Its not an easy task, i know, then again nothing is easy, life was not designed to be easy. The world easy is subjective your experience and arrogance. Easy is a symptom of weakness, the weakness which creates disunity between us. We need to weed out that weakness. We need to find the "greater self". I need to find myself

RE RUN

I think it's a sad sight to reduce this blog to some sort of plea to get at least one reader. Sad as it may, it is something i have to do. So it got me thinking what is it that people want to hear. Is it baseless, unconstructive, self-indulgent and narrow minded advice on how to be an over night success? Is it relationship advice? or is it gossip about celebrities. I thought about this for about a minute or less and decided to talk about all teh above mentioned. Firstly here's a tip which is bound to work, 1.) find something to sell (you can't have a business without products to sell), 2.) get a buyer (i would offer you tips on how to advertise effectively, but not now) okay i have exhausted that exhaustingly boring subject. Now i turn to relationships, if you want to have a good relationship follow these tips. 1) Your partner is always right (eliminates the constant arguments over issues which you regard as senseless). 2.) Open your mouth only when you need to, they say silence is golden thus to polish the art of a perfect relationship try to remain silent for the most part. 3)All good things come to an end. I am by nature pessimistic so i don't really see the pount of allocating your time, resources and energies on any person. People have a tendency of letting each other down, expect that in advance. I will not delve into the celebrity gossip subject least i hang myself in disguist

Something to think about

Another day, another dream, another rude awakening. Everything happens so fast, we never have to time to enjoy the moment to take it in, to eternalize it. Maybe its happening a little too fast, maybe this isn't what life is supposed to be. How do we know what life is supposed to be? What do we compare it to? Who's the benchmark? What is the purpose?

Everyday this questions linger in my ever searching mind, useless questions, they don't make me any better, they don't make me anymore intelligent, if anything they highlight my stupidity. Living in an eternity of self- pity. Nothing is sadder than self-pity. its such a weak trait, escaping this foul resemblence of death is nearly impossible.

They say we are free, the world is free, what are we free from? I'm not free from myself, are you? Are you free from anything, when we are imprisoned by our leaders. We work for them, we do their bidding. We sing songs to praise them. Some praise themselves.

Hubris is a step towards your own demise

Perception

Happiness is self deception. at least that's what i believe. It all appears to be some sort of illusion, a childhood dream if you may. One the world does not want to wake up from. I don't quite blame them. Nothing is more blissful than this dream, this illusion if you may

Sometimes i think that dreams should replace reality. Everyday should be governed by the structures of dreams, nothing would hurt, everything would be manufactured. It kind of mirrors "reality" in the sense that everything is manufactured, it is a fabrication of what we are told to believe and what we want to see. Part of being human is being able to blind yourself from the whole picture, closing the truth to the extent that it becomes nothing but a mirrored image of what we want it to be.

I guess this is how we craft our own reality. The truth is largely subject to our personal interpretation, we make the truth into what we want it to be. Nothing is true, nothing it all, not in this sense because it is only true to the individual who happens to construct this personal perspective.

There is no such thing as a lie then. Everything seemingly wrong can be justified by the individual who happens to believe in that particular notion which is why you can never disprove religion. Nothing can be disproved nothing at all

Confrontations in the mind

i am war, i am peace, i fight i die, i lose i win. I am that which cannot be called out, yet each day time calls me to pay my dues. I owe the world nothing, it owes me my existence. I chose nothing, yet i choose to live each day. I write from the depth of my heart yet noone listens. I shout from the highest mountains and no ear is touched. I call it the silence of the noise, the decibels without recognition. The mouth without reputation. I rely on nothing, not on water not on air, for i am the living dead. The corpse of the battlefield and the guard of eternity. The son who is blessed by the same stone which curses him

I'm tired of living in this paradoxical existence, nothing is stable except for the elements of contradiction. My mind isn't comforted by anything, infact i worry about its state. This world is intoxicating. There is nothing to trust besides that change will occur and when this change does occur will i...will you be able to face it? Will you be able to stare into the eyes of the strange? Into the uncomforting image that offers nothing but instability, fundamentally paradoxical and built to destroy

I suppose the world by its very existence is paradoxical. The moon lights up the sky in the middle of the night. The sun distorts our eyesight. It goes against logic, maybe my idea of logic is wrong. It would explain a lot. That would offer clarity to what i see and say

Cry to the world

A voice, a sound, a breath, a footstep edging closer. It is nearing, can you hear it, can you feel it, can you see it. trust not your senses dear friend for individually they lie to you, they lead you to false belief. They are chaotic, if you let them rule, they conquer you.

Look at the blind man, he has absorbed his sight; he has internalized it. he no longer needs the facility of his eyes to see, for he can see from within. Have you heard the saying "there is none so blind as those who refuse to see", the blind man cannot refuse, sight is a sense he has to earn. Unlike the rest of us, he is not born with sight (or in some cases he loses this sight in the progression of life). But we have the choice. Its up us to decide whether we choose to see the attrocities, whether we turn a blind eye to the starving, the weak, the hopeless. It is up to us to see the evils we have brought upon ourselves.

But what can we do about them,. what can we do, when tears do not feed the hungry, when tears do not clothe the naked or shelter the homeless. What can we do? A lot, each voice, has an audience, each audience an ear and a will to act. When each of these voices shout the world trembles slightly, if we all shouted simultaneously the world would be moved

To the joys that set my heart on fire

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The ones who paves my heart with fire, the feet which tore my limbs apart. Those were the days when my innocence prospered, the virtues of my tender youth, my infancy led me to a paradise, a transient one. A paradise i would only enjoy for a moment. Then the cruelties of reality set in

Age leveled the pretence, the world grew bitter, the sour taste in my mouth is no longer the after taste of a fun filled day, but the hatred that grows within. The indifference towards myself and humanity.

The days number years now, i forget how many they are, i know they never stop, the clock never gives me a break, instead it chases me on an on, until that day when i will not be able to run any longer

Time: yesterday tomorrow

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Time: wasted. Every minute wasted by our incapability to exist in the present. At any point in time, we are either in the past or in the future, never in the present. There is no now, it has become a dimension we cannot access, it has been consumed by the black hole of our desire to live outside the present. Why do I say this you may ask?

It is a good question. Why? We never live in the moment, we dwell on things past, on broken promises, on hurtful relationships, on betrayals. These things dictate our behavior, we make decisions based on our experiences. You would probably say that this is natural, but is it? Nothing is more natural than an infant, it is untouched by our impurity, by the “knowledge” of humanity, by experiences. Only an infant can attain true happiness, only an infant can trust one without any doubt.

Then there is the virus of tomorrow, the vile belief of procrastination, believing that tomorrow will bring the answers. Tomorrow never comes, in a few hours the future will not be the future, it will be the present and since we cannot live in the present we will set our minds forth beyond the clock. We shall envision a landscape in the future, a landscape we can never exist in. Tell me what is the point to it all?

Drifting into the unknown

drifting... i have been floating about the cloud of the unknown, searching for more answers. I guess that's all i ever do; i search. It all feels pointless like the path i walk leads me to nowhere, yet i cling on hoping for something to change

The thing is life never changes, everything remains the same, from the bitter taste of defeat to the cold heart longing for some warmth, some sense of self. The sense of self to comfort this cold heart. This heart which lack warmth with each struggle it endures. The war can't last forever, something has to give.

I'm almost certain i will never find what i'm looking for, whenever it seems as though the answer is at my fingertips slowly that feeling slips away and i'm stuck in the same rut i have always been in. I don't care if i don't make sense, it doesn't matter, nothing matters, not the fact that we are alive, nothing at all.

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Words are meaningless

Words that tear
Words that harm
Words that kill
Are words for some

We abuse each other with words, unbeknown to us the words carry the potency of bomb. Sticks and stones might break your bones, but words they harm your soul. And what is more painful than pain from within. You can bandage physical pain, how do you bandage the pain within. Does anyone have the answers? Does anyone know the truth, I doubt it very much. Its time the war ends, its time we disarm our verbal arsenal, because at the end of the day we are one, inseparable as humanity and barely separable as individuals. Does what i say make any sense?

Ironic that these meaningless words are the same words i use to write on my blog. I should give it all up, this flawed communication medium. I'm not quite sure what i'll use, i doubt the keyboard has enough non-letter characters to accomodate my needs. Samuel Beckett coined it well, this language is a pile of trash.

One line

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I feel as though i should write about something, i don't quite know what that something is. One could say i am experiencing an episode where the mind cannot conceive any relevant thoughts. I don't know what they should be relevant to. Is it pop culture? the constantly evolving media machine which thrills and bores us with routine mind tricks and subtle uninteresting "intelligence". Is it the one liner songs we hear day in day out on radio, without any meaning.

Imagine a world with only one line phrases, if you could sum up everything with one simple line, every single thing. Wouldn't life be easier? You would walk into an exam or a meeting and brief your colleagues or examination paper with one line

What if you could sum your life up in one line? What would that one line be?

A little book i read

The definition of life: the same activity day in day out. There is no rest from this "job", it consumes everything in its past, it even consumes itself. There is no colour, nothing, the world is grey. Reality is grey.

We can seek pleasure but the pleasure we seek is not the end we seek, it is merely the means to achieve the end which is as yet unkown to us. The search never stops

Kind of reminded me of a book i read from Friederick Nietzche (in my view he is one of the greatest philosophers if not the greatest), it is unrelated but it was interesting. He said women are the means in which men seek to have children, to assure the continuity of their legacy. Then he asked what are men to women, he didn't really answer that question (Thus Spake Zarathustra)

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What is greatness

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Greatness is lust, it is the need that can never be contained. The want in which we seek what is seemingly impossible. It is a path many walk, but only a few complete. It is a life worth lived through the misfortune and hardship that comes along with it.

Dear Friend greatness is that part of humanity which outlives our bodies, it exists beyond us yet is within us. We all have it, atleast a glimpse of it. When we look within ourselves in the darkest of times we see it, the shining light, the light which transcends the vacuum of our existence. Greatness is something to believe in, it is a religion on its own, a faith based system. We cannot see it, we cannot touch it, we only feel it through belief. Belief in the self and that within that self lies something greater than the self.

Walk the path, act it, talk it. Is that what they tell you? It is not so superficial, it is not the amount of money you can earn, it is beyond that, it is beyond everything we hold dear in our hearts. Infact it tears our hearts. When you reach that level your heart is reborn, a new beginning is thrust upon you and for that moment of greatness you achieve something no one else has…you live forever

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The battle of souls

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I open my arms to those who open their hearts. My fists remain clinched until you reach out for a hand shake, i'm not an initiator, life has taught us (me and all who are like me) to take a back seat, to remove oneself from the vile clutches of the remorseless heartbreakers. They steal everything within you

Their blades run down the spines of the alive, they tear us apart. I choose not to fight them, i don't believe in war, neither do i in peace. Only dumb animals don't fight, fighting is essential in stimulating change, yet that change has a way of consuming itself into the darkness.

Revolutionaries become dictators, like Castro, they believe that they are greater than the land, that patriotism should be directed towards them as they are the fathers of the land, the creators, the almighty

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Metamorphosis

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I reach for the stars only to fade away, nothing remains lit but the silence of the haze, the haze symbolizing the decline of humanity. When moral decadence and apathy are at their peak, the sun shines without the same zeal we once saw.

I used to wonder at the beauty, I could smell it through my tender un-nurtured nostrils. I know you could smell it too, back when we looked forward to the future with open arms. We would laugh at our own misfortune because nothing could move us, not even the Earthquakes that shook the innocent in Haiti, not the tsunamis, not the hurricanes. Now everything has changed. So many different things to worry about, taking a stroll down the park has become a death warrant

Why has the world changed? Or is it I, us who have changed, have we evolved so much that we have outgrown our humanity. That sense of care that linked us to each other and to the animals. Remember the days we ran with the dykes, leapt with the antelopes and roared with the lions. What has become of us now; dictators like Hitler we are. We kill for pleasure for sport for the sheer love of it, we even kill poison our environment. Are the words of Nietzche a prediction are we mere placeholders, destroying our selves for the coming of a greater species.Evolution works in mysterious ways

A tribute

A tribute to the unknown hero, the unsung song, the winner who was never victorious, the stranger who finds comfort in the arms of the law, the jew is not covetous (stereotype not intended) the man who has no courage. The woman who bears none, the lady who’s looks count for nothing, the poet whose tongue was burnt b (stereotype not intended) the man who has no courage. The woman who bears none, the lady who’s looks count for nothing, the poet whose tongue was burnt by his own doing, the president without a family, the verse without a chorus.

No don’t mistaken this for poetry, I don’t write in verses. I don’t dream in colour and I don’t see the world as a petal alive with possibilities. I am not an optimist, not an entertainer, not a jester though I do play my parts when need be. I am not trying to confuse you or to make you understand, frankly I could care less. I don’t know why I am writing I guess it’s the pleasure I find. I cannot keep my fingers away from the keyboard. What would happen if nature decided to punish me for my mistakes, if she decided to cut the fingers which run on these keys. I guess I would feel like a 16 year old boy without the use of his right hand watching a movie he shouldn’t be watching. What we all do to satisfy ourselves, it is humanity, you cannot be judged for it. You cannot be ashamed of it.

I believe it makes you who you are, it creates that unique identity of yours however strange it may seem to you. Sometimes we fail to see the good within us, something inside us disallows us the pleasure of looking within without being self-critical. I for one suffer this disease. I have no control of it,when it takes over it never goes away and now it has killed everything, all that I once found dear. So here I am empty and irresolute

the search continues

I want to see the world, everything. From the coliseums to Mexico, it’s all I can look forward to. I never want to settle down. When you stop moving you feel the pain, i want to be numb to it, run away from it and never give it time to settle upon me. Can I truly escape the pain or if the pain a part of me? Is the pain something that will stay within me until the end of my days, until that day when life crumbles intop the blankness beneath it? I don’t know the answers to these questions. I never have answers, all I do is ask

Good and Bad

I was reading through someone's blog something about evil and good. it got me wondering is there really such a thing as good and bad, isn't it all subjective. It's only bad when it suits you. If i murdered one man to save thousands of life would i be bad because i killed someone, or would the fact that i saved more lives overwrite the evil deed?

Is good and bad defined by what the law, religion or culture tells us is a crime? Laws differ from country to country, abortion is legal where i stay, it could be different for you. Same sex marriages are legal here and illegal elsewhere.

People have different cultures, in some indian cultures when a woman has twins one of the baby has to be killed as a sacrifice, if you told them that was bad what would be the rational basis for your argument. Leave out all your beliefs and differentiate, rationanlly what good and bad is because from where i am standing i really do not see much of a difference

All is dead

Here i am, questioning the meaning of my existence; whats the point behind it all. Is there a point? Right now i feel hopeless, as if all traces of hope have melted like cheap chinese toys left outside on a hot day.
I wonder if anyone knows the answers, the ones which really matter. The answer to this pit they call life. The pit i can not crawl out of. I just want to get away from it all, everything, i need something new yet it never comes. Love is nothing but an illusion, a dream i can no longer create. I don't believe in it anymore, belief is wearing me down.

The ideology of nihilism, scary to most but its the only safe haven i can find, it is the peace to me inner battle, the tranquility to the raging stormsm, but what can you do there's no changing the sad truth

The loss of innocence

I miss the angels of the night, the white winged beautiful angels which once flew over my innocence, protecting me from the dangers of the world.

Everything was easier then, it wasn't too long ago, just a couple of years, but its funny how a couple of years become an eternity, an irrevesible eterninty.The sins of the past become nothing but by gones, nothing but regrets which stain our consciousness. We can't wipe the slate clean WHat's done is done never to be redone again

Don't we all miss those days, the days of tenderness the day when a smile was enough to chase the monsters under your bed, when a hug was a reminder that you weren't alone, it was a re-assurance that no matter what you'd always have someone by your side, someone to walk beside you in the darkness. Where does it all go to? Why does it go so soon? Why can't we stay like that for eternity, why does hatred and apathy take over our innocence? It was never ours to begin with; this innocence, it was a curse from nature, something to excite us for a short period and just when we thought we could keep it forever it vanished never to be seen again

The loss of innocence

I miss the angels of the night, the white winged beautiful angels which once fle3w over my innocence, protecting me from the dangers of the world.

Everything was easier then, it wasn't too long ago, just a couple of years, but its funny how a couple of years become an eternity, an irrevesible eterninty.The sins of the past become nothing but by gones, nothing but regrets which stain our consciousness. We can't wipe the slate clean WHat's done is done never to be redone again

Don't we all miss those days, the days of tenderness the day when a smile was enough to chase the monsters under your bed, when a hug was a reminder that you weren't alone, it was a re-assurance that no matter what you'd always have someone by your side, someone to walk beside you in the darkness. Where does it all go to? Why does it go so soon? Why can't we stay like that for eternity, why does hatred and apathy take over our innocence? It was never ours to begin with; this innocence, it was a curse from nature, something to excite us for a short period and just when we thought we could keep it forever it vanished never to be seen again

The Race

we all run from something, something we cannot avoid. No, its not death, its something a lot scariee, we run form the unknown. We run from our true selves

We create facades and live in a world of lies to cover up the true emptiness that lies within, maybe its just me, maybe im the one at fault, but everyone's linked in some way, we are inseperable

Desperate

Do you sometimes feel desperate, even hopeless about everything. you know life, the whole nine yards? i do, i don't know anything anymore. It's as though the more you try and know the less you understand. I'm at a point where everything seems grey, there is no colour, no purity, no taste. Just the same grey texture of life

I don't think its a phase, its more of a condition. I have cultivated it since i can remember i guess its just a part of me that i have to learn to live with

Something about everything

I think it's a sad sight to reduce this blog to some sort of plea to get at least one reader. Sad as it may, it is something i have to do. So it got me thinking what is it that people want to hear. Is it baseless, unconstructive, self-indulgent and narrow minded advice on how to be an over night success? Is it relationship advice? or is it gossip about celebrities. I thought about this for about a minute or less and decided to talk about all teh above mentioned. Firstly here's a tip which is bound to work, 1.) find something to sell (you can't have a business without products to sell), 2.) get a buyer (i would offer you tips on how to advertise effectively, but not now) okay i have exhausted that exhaustingly boring subject. Now i turn to relationships, if you want to have a good relationship follow these tips. 1) Your partner is always right (eliminates the constant arguments over issues which you regard as senseless). 2.) Open your mouth only when you need to, they say silence is golden thus to polish the art of a perfect relationship try to remain silent for the most part. 3)All good things come to an end. I am by nature pessimistic so i don't really see the pount of allocating your time, resources and energies on any person. People have a tendency of letting each other down, expect that in advance. I will not delve into the celebrity gossip subject least i hang myself in disguist

search for something

We all search for something in life, some religious enlightenment, some superficial wealth or fickle fame. It’s all subjective to your personal views, I do not judge these views, they are your own and therefore important to yourself which is all that matters at the end of the day. It doesn’t matter how the world outside views you, what matters is pursuing this “something” you seek. I don’t know what that something is for me.

I dread waking up every morning, tired of the routine I have become accustomed to, the same endless, meaningless life I live. There is no purpose, not for me, nothing at all. I seek truth but all I find is more questions, never answers, there are no answers in my world. It’s psychotic this life I live, mad as the mentally insane in an asylum.

Qusetion

why isn’t water a solid or air, why is it called rain as opposed to watering, waterdown or cloudtears? Why am I the way I am? The question always arises, with every argument, every conversation I question why? Why did I say what I did? What led me to say it? Why didn’t I say something else, I could have but why didn’t i? Why is it real? Why is it not a figment of my imagination? Why do i talk? Why is talking communication yet it achieves nothing? What do I want to achieve? Why should I achieve it? What does it stand for? What is a stand called a stand when it is not standing? It’s all a mess, everything that happens in my brain is a mess. I can only imagine finding myself stuck in my mind. I would be lost in all the questions. They never end.

Relief

I held a rose out to the world, to see if anyone would take it. People glanced in apathy, the guys thought I was gay and the ladies thought I was an idiot. The world has grown emotionless, it’s not my place to care and will not pretend to

All i do is write about what I think. To relieve my mind from these thougths that constantly clutter my mind, filling my heart with emptiness. The emptiness represents something greater within me, I guess you can say somewhere within that puzzle which has not been filled lies the answer, the reason why I am alive, the reason why life is instead of not being.

I shall find that puzzle piece if its hidden in the thorns of the bushes I shall dig them up, even with torn skin until I reveal the beautiful tasteless truth. I am not sure how that will help me but it is something I have to do

Inspired

I have little inspiration to write, infact I have non-zero. The number before one, Have you ever wondered whether zero is truly a number I mean how can zero be a number when it represents nothing. Similarly why is nothing called nothing. I wonder how they came up with that word “nothing”.

What inspired the creation of that word? Was it…Nothing? Did someone see nothing and decide that what he had seen, or rather had not seen should be called nothing. Further more how do you describe nothing. You could describe anything as something, but do you define nothing as something which actually isn’t there. If I was in a room with cameras and the cameras for some unknown reason failed to notice my presence. By virtue of being human I would be something, but that something is not visible to the lenses of the camera therefore unless someone else is with me, no one can see me. Which means that I would be nothing.

How does nothing taste like, I mean surely one of our sense can connect to it, if it’s not sight could it not be taste. If I tried to taste nothing would my taste buds be satisfied by the not too sweet, not too salty and not too sour taste of nothing? What about add ons? I like ketchup with my meals, can you add ketchup on a nothing meal to make it taste better? I don’t know and I don’t really care. Bye

absolution

Answers are overrated, they only lead to mroe questions. Try answering a 5 year old's questions and you'll understand what i am talking about. I think the true knowledge of life comes from questions. We can never know the trut, for by knowing it we lose the essence of our beings/ our souls. We need to constantly question everything

Continuation

I'm picking this blog up from nowhere, i didn't bother reading what i wrote yesterday. I think i'm scared looking at what i wrote will wake me up from this writing "trance" i am in. Sounds delusional, probably is, but what can i say i am the king of delusions. Everything around me is an illusion to the extent that even the image on the mirror deceives me. Could it be insanity? Am i drifting closer and closer to that line i fear so much, the darkness on insanity? Or the light of confusion?

There's no difference you know; light and dark. They co-exist and cannot be seperated from one another

Very Short and Optimistic

So i was listening to Nirvana (was meaning now, but the present is merely transcient, thus it is in transit to becoming history) thinking what if? What if something happened? I don't know what this something is, i don't really care either, but what if that something was something which brought about something else as a result of its appearance? What is that something was infact nothing, yet by calling it nothing it has become something, a word at worst a word for which no meaning is attributed, do you sometime feel like that? I know you do, we all do, i know this because if i am capable of feeling this so are you, the soul as some would say shares some sort of uniform structure, thus we all tend to feel the same emmotions (some to a greater extent or more intensely, depending on how you wish to describe it). What would happen if this blog became the philosophy of the modern age, what if people lived by this notion, The notion of what if? If not then why? Why would one not wish to acknowledge the possibilities available at every turn, every decision has a "What if" besides it, tell me i'm wrong

Nameless

I think a name does not define you, rather it limits you. With a name you become part of the identifiable crowd, just another passing fad, another transcient season, like summer, winter or worse still spring. You tell me your name, i will not remember it, i shall remember you're face, that title given to you by your parents becomes nothing in my memory, it fades away much like the sun yields to the moon and vice versa. but we all need names, we need an identity, to fit in, to be part of something because as they say, we are social animals. we cannot survive alone, in solitude, thus we create this false titles that supposedly empower us to belong. What if your name was Alhamathadiatarian, imagine how school would be like? 98% of the teachers will not be able to pronounce it, they won't even care about trying, infact more likely than not they will mock you. How does that affect you as an adult? you know they say the scars of childhood remain till you turn to dust. At times these names, which we so envy, they alienate us. Yes, i agree my example was a little absurd, but think about it this way, what about the poor Asian (not poor economically, i'm just trying to place a little pity within the subject)with the Asian name, how does he feel when he goes to an airport, all because of the sins of someone who did not necessarily share his name. Do you get my point? I say we ban names effective immediately and we name ourselves with numbers (if you are bright you noticed the irony of what i just said)

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Meaningless as life

Lifem how distasteful the very word is. Every step i take calculated, i wonder what the purpose of it all is when nothing is new. The very stars we stare at for some psuedo inspiration they spark have shorn for eons. The irony behind those deceives, they die, yet the light still shines on our skies. Like tiny little pins they convey something that is somewhat strange to us, yet we all relate to it. We all see the same starts, whether you are in Pretoria, Capetown, New-York, Paris or London it doessn't really matter. Is that supposed to unitfy us? Do you feel anymore unified when you look at the blanket which covers our skies? Does that the Americans from fighting the Iraqis, what good is this unity if we are not unified? Its all just a waste, everything: life, our continued existence or rather destruction of this planet.

I carry the prophecy of doom, the hope within the destruction, i shine light which cannot be seen. I bet at this moment if you are reading this, you have received no hope whatsoever, open your mind, because beyond this i am talking about something else, something we are all familiar with, it is one thing, yet it is many. Infact i don't want to limit this blog to one particular subject, it instead criticizes everything, yet it falsly claims that it carries hope.

Read on. I shall continue on this topic (the general subject of the meaningless of life) on a later date