31 August 2009
Sorry. I was careless.Damn this.
26 August 2009
Let us completely rid ourselves of our bad habits as if they were evil men who have done us long and grievous harm.~ 14th century manuscript quoting Epicurus and other Epicureans
24 August 2009
"We are all just prisoners here of our own device."~ Hotel California by The Eagles
They sure got that right. We built ourselves society and now we are stuck with it for good (or bad).
20 August 2009
Why do people still unhappy when they have food, lodging, and clothes?Why can some people be happy even when they do not have enough nutrition, proper shelter or sufficient wear?
Society never ceases to demand for improving economies, so as to improve our standards of living. But see, our happiness is not dependent on our standard of living. Our happiness depends on our state of mind. And believe me if you will, a mind trained to be greedy is never satisfied nor happy.
"May you live every day of your life."
- Jonathan Swift
19 August 2009
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.- Marcus Aelius Aurelius
Sorry for not living up to my expectations.
I must focus like I initially planned to.
17 August 2009
Let's get loud.If you wanna live your life
Live it all the way and don't you waste it
Every feeling every beat
Can be so very sweet you gotta taste it
You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say
Life's a party, make it hot
Dance don't ever stop, whatever rhythm
Every minute, every day
Take them all the way you gotta live 'em
You gotta do it, you gotta do it your way
You gotta prove it
You gotta mean what you say
16 August 2009
A common problem that industrialists face when employing precapitalist laborers: Agricultural entrepreneurs will try to encourage time spent harvesting by offering a higher wage, with the expectation that laborers will see time spent working as more valuable and so engage it longer. However, in precapitalist societies this often results in laborers spending less time harvesting. Laborers judge that they can earn the same, while spending less time working and having more leisure.- From The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism by Max Weber
Which aptly sums up most of my beliefs.
12 August 2009
All men are sculptors, constantly chipping away the unwanted parts of their lives, trying to create their idea of a masterpiece.- Eddie Murphy
But what is my concept of a masterpiece? Has my concept been tainted and biased by societal and cultural influences? What is society's model of masterpiece anyway? No doubt it would be a successful individual, marked by an enormous stash of monetary wealth and not to mention eternal fame.
Any one who read the above paragraph would notice that I am being extremely discriminating against society. I sweepingly generalized the expectations of the people as a whole and passed remarks generously applied with sarcasm. Frankly, I am filled with distaste when I see how to the world operates. Most us grow up like this. We spend our youth studying to have the best job prospect possible, land ourselves a job in some corporation, and work for some one sitting at the top. We lose the magic in doing work. We feel we trudge through our daily jobs, which is not beautiful and non-personal. We cannot connect with our work. Perfection gives way to efficiency. Skill and craft gives way to mechanization. Jobs have become mind-numbing and soul-destroying. Of course, not all jobs in the world today fit this description of mine. Think about it.
My idea of a masterpiece is still under construction. For now, as I am inevitably pushed through time, I chisel out the unnecessary and sand down the flaws and hope that in the end, when I finally conceive of perfection in my mind, I did not make any niches by mistake.
07 August 2009
Depression?
05 August 2009
I wonder what would happen if I slid through these iron bars.Oh how well things would be for me.
And life would truly begin.
I wonder what would happen if I ran off the roof of a sky scraper.
Oh how well things would end for me.
And reality would be no more.