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?

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

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