25 November 2009
I have quit DotA.
For good.
11 November 2009
I am feeling pretty bloated after my lunch. At least now I understand what others mean by a
heavy meal. It is raining outside. Such cool weather, just after lunch, is sure to lull me to sleep. And to sleep I shall go, but not before I blog.
So the examinations have begun. I still have a long way to go, but I am still brimming with anticipation. I have never been one who bothered myself with the future - I always tell myself that whatever will be, will be. But now I am filled with dreams of post-examination life, bursting with enthusiasm for what will be.
Time to take a step back and take a good measure of the situation I am in.
I detest worrying for the future. Worrying does not solve the problem. Worrying does not make it go away. Active work does. As the song by Bobby McFerrin,
Don't Worry, Be Happy, goes: In every life we have some trouble when you worry you make it double. Practically speaking, is the most inefficient thing to do. I still think that worrying is useless.
Similarly, we can hope for the future, and be enthusiastic about it. Is there any use of hope, then? If we always compare the bright future with our pale present, we stop living in the present and always try to reach the intangible future. We fail to recognise the joys we already have currently because we are all too engrossed in the unknown future. Given that what we wish for comes true, does it mean we become happy? Would we still be happy if we had some thing new, some thing better to hope for? Nothing will give us back the days we wasted pining for the future.
Wastage. Both cases, worrying and hoping, boils down to wasted time. I believe that there is a limit to which a person should fret and dream. Upon hitting that limit, one should immediately translate the thoughts into positive action. Excess of any would result in useless time wasting. Time that can never be retrieved. That is what I will do. I will make full use of the time I have during my examinations to prepare myself for the post-examination period.
I know my friends share my excitement as well.
But I also know that not all of them treasure all the time they are given.
09 November 2009
How many people do we come across every single day?
If I walk down a busy street, like a rushing stream, face after face move past me. I do not acknowledge them, as they similarly ignore myself. Why should either of us approach the other? Why should we bother? We are but strangers, not knowing each others' quirks or penchants. As the distance between us becomes further and further, I quickly realise that I am once again lost in the sea of pedestrians, always moving, heading for some destination unknown to me. Our paths, however close they came together, never crossed.
What would it be like if we had stopped to chat? To bother to learn more about each other? I start to wonder, who are these people I have never met? What are the stories of their lives? Countless memories and rich expanses of experiences that made them who they are today, I will probably never know. My own life, my hope and dreams and aspirations remains unshared yet another time.
What joy we find in the company of those we love. Yet we choose to keep that circle small and exclusive. Why? To realise the potential of a friend in a stranger is one thing. To seek out that friend and multiply the happiness is another.
How many chances to brighten up hearts - not just others' but our own as well - do we come across every single day?
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25 November 2009
I have quit DotA.
For good.
11 November 2009
I am feeling pretty bloated after my lunch. At least now I understand what others mean by a
heavy meal. It is raining outside. Such cool weather, just after lunch, is sure to lull me to sleep. And to sleep I shall go, but not before I blog.
So the examinations have begun. I still have a long way to go, but I am still brimming with anticipation. I have never been one who bothered myself with the future - I always tell myself that whatever will be, will be. But now I am filled with dreams of post-examination life, bursting with enthusiasm for what will be.
Time to take a step back and take a good measure of the situation I am in.
I detest worrying for the future. Worrying does not solve the problem. Worrying does not make it go away. Active work does. As the song by Bobby McFerrin,
Don't Worry, Be Happy, goes: In every life we have some trouble when you worry you make it double. Practically speaking, is the most inefficient thing to do. I still think that worrying is useless.
Similarly, we can hope for the future, and be enthusiastic about it. Is there any use of hope, then? If we always compare the bright future with our pale present, we stop living in the present and always try to reach the intangible future. We fail to recognise the joys we already have currently because we are all too engrossed in the unknown future. Given that what we wish for comes true, does it mean we become happy? Would we still be happy if we had some thing new, some thing better to hope for? Nothing will give us back the days we wasted pining for the future.
Wastage. Both cases, worrying and hoping, boils down to wasted time. I believe that there is a limit to which a person should fret and dream. Upon hitting that limit, one should immediately translate the thoughts into positive action. Excess of any would result in useless time wasting. Time that can never be retrieved. That is what I will do. I will make full use of the time I have during my examinations to prepare myself for the post-examination period.
I know my friends share my excitement as well.
But I also know that not all of them treasure all the time they are given.
09 November 2009
How many people do we come across every single day?
If I walk down a busy street, like a rushing stream, face after face move past me. I do not acknowledge them, as they similarly ignore myself. Why should either of us approach the other? Why should we bother? We are but strangers, not knowing each others' quirks or penchants. As the distance between us becomes further and further, I quickly realise that I am once again lost in the sea of pedestrians, always moving, heading for some destination unknown to me. Our paths, however close they came together, never crossed.
What would it be like if we had stopped to chat? To bother to learn more about each other? I start to wonder, who are these people I have never met? What are the stories of their lives? Countless memories and rich expanses of experiences that made them who they are today, I will probably never know. My own life, my hope and dreams and aspirations remains unshared yet another time.
What joy we find in the company of those we love. Yet we choose to keep that circle small and exclusive. Why? To realise the potential of a friend in a stranger is one thing. To seek out that friend and multiply the happiness is another.
How many chances to brighten up hearts - not just others' but our own as well - do we come across every single day?
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