My Slipping Grasp on Life
This shall be a long philosophical entry so if you intend to read it then I would suggest that you wait until you have some free time. Thank you for your patronage. Click on any ads you find to support them. (jk. don't support any multinational companies unless they are your own, and if they aren't your own then immediately get a sizable bank loan and purchase them....yes buy yourself a mutlinational company. I can guarantee it would be quite an adventure whether you are a capitalist, even more so if you are a communist)
Starting simply, Chemistry 12 is the most ridiculously inane course that I have ever taken. My younger brother could get an A in it with a little bit of effort. Our school system has some serious flaws, for gr. 8 was my hardest year of high school and it got progressively easier. As awesome as this may sound, simplicity often make people slack off. I will overestimate the amount of free time I have and extracirricular activities will be left undone when I actually had a whole weekend to complete them.
Due to my excessive tiredness this weekend, on Sunday evening my mind wandered much. This morning I remembered most all of my dreams (which is most unusual pour moi) and they seemed to fuse with my reality. This does seem to present some difficulties if I cannot tell the difference between them, but luckily they were most obscurely related to my reality and were quite improbable. Among the things I thought about were time management, love, friendship, the meaning of life* (cliched, but nonetheless a topic of thought {I apologize for using "nonetheless" twice in a previous entry}), family, capitalism, death, career options and, lastly, how I should be sleeping rather than thinking.
Regarding time management, I realized I am quite behind in almost every aspect of my life somehow: piano, drum practice, scholarship applications, swimming hw, sleep, social troubles, cleaning my room, making presents, paying dues, collecting dues (which I have half a mind to forgive) and I guess I'm behind on my comprehension of my life.
Specifically, love was an idea that popped into my mind. On saturday, at the soccer game I was discussing what love really is, with Chris Ruiz. My present conclusion and vague definition: love is present when you are entirely encompassed with a certain person and overcome with a certain placid contentedness when you are with them. Previously, I was reluctant to admit a definition for love which kept it as a quite strong word. This definition, I feel, maintains that strength of the word while expressing it in words from one of the most complex languages. Using this definition and my emotions I believe that I have loved. Then came the speculation of whether one could fall in and out of love multiple times in one's life. I sincerely hope that this is so, for one's love is not always returned. I feel I must add that "If one truly loves, then one's love never truly fades." - B. Neil
Now, that definition can be interpreted in a number of ways for it can also apply to one's friends and family. Obviously one loves one's family on some level, but can it be true for friends? I think you can love your friends, even though you don't bluntly say "I love you" to them. Just as you feel bad after an argument with a s/o, you feel awkward after fighting with a friend. Friends know almost as much if not more about you than your s/o does and you spend reams of time with them through multiple relationships if they are good friends. Therefore, I've come to the conclusion that one loves their friends; hence, they can love many during the course of life (approximated at 77 years).
Presumabley, the one you've all been waiting for... the meaning of life. (I hope Monty Python has not coined that phrase). Everybody's life is different, but many find contentment in this generalization: they like to be cared for. Dying with 10 loved ones around you beats the heck out of dying single on a business trip or even worse living on the street where nobody notices you pass away. Half of living a happy life is making a good impression on others and developing an honest name for oneself. The other half consists of self-esteem. NO I do not mean egotism or pride. I specify the way one thinks of one's actions. This entry can be contradicted by many religions for the main purpose of religion is to teach people how to live one's life.
Living a wholesome life involves following what is morally right. In general, people's morals consist of the majority of the Ten CommandmentsTM . The golden rule is quite commonly taught to people though not always accepted. To be content with oneself, do not regret anything and enjoy every moment of life. Search for the good in each moment and make others feel happy about themselves. The feeling that comes from making another laugh or smile is one that sustains the essence of life (or your soul). You don't have to be perfect all of the time. People will naturally give something back if you make them feel good about themselves.
The most basic part of a good personality is one that listens. Someone once said, "everyone has a story to tell and just wants somebody to listen". This is word for word true. Everybody will talk until they have a sore throat if they have somebody they are comfortable around to listen. Listening isn't all that hard and if you always talk about yourself people will become tired of listening to you. From this comes the phrase talking with somebody. It is a trade off of telling anecdotes and expressing opinions and possibly feelings. When you die, having listened, if is as if you have lived multiple lives.
The last point about the meaning of life I have to make is to "Think and act". I know you can formulate millions of ideas in your head and when you are freed from the binding chains of high school, break out and put them into action. A good leader is always listened to; people, in general, want to be part of something bigger. If you lead that something bigger, then you can shape your own little, but significant, part of the world. This difference will content you on your death bed having known you did something with your life.
I believe that touches on time management, love, friendship, the meaning of life, family, death and perhaps leadership career options. Regarding captalism, the dollar is worthy of being worshipped (thou shalt not worhsip idols. It is worthy of being worhsipped, but don't actually do it) at a whopping 81.9299 cents. I feel sorry for Mr. Gregg Bowman who is getting his sizable lump sum for starting his company in USD. lol. well I guess a million dollars is sizable in any denomination (except lira).
You now possess a sliver of what runs through my head every day if you read the entire aforementioned lazy essay. I'd like to say that the brain is the most insane but effective compacting system EVER. Motion Picture Export Group is like an ant to an elephant (rather an elephant to an ant) when compared with human compression capacity. We discard useless information but retain almost every trivial fact which is triggered on mention. This includes smells, sights, sounds, finger movements, math equations, historical figures, and cetera. I cannot believe that you read that whole thing, but you now possess more knowledge and wisdom. Luckay you. The quest for which is never-ending.
"I gotta get away from here...I miss the one that I love a lot...I loved."
*yes you could have skipped the entire meaning of life section and went here. Love is the essential meaning of life and having loved even once in a lifetime makes one's life ultimately purposeful and fulfilling.
Starting simply, Chemistry 12 is the most ridiculously inane course that I have ever taken. My younger brother could get an A in it with a little bit of effort. Our school system has some serious flaws, for gr. 8 was my hardest year of high school and it got progressively easier. As awesome as this may sound, simplicity often make people slack off. I will overestimate the amount of free time I have and extracirricular activities will be left undone when I actually had a whole weekend to complete them.
Due to my excessive tiredness this weekend, on Sunday evening my mind wandered much. This morning I remembered most all of my dreams (which is most unusual pour moi) and they seemed to fuse with my reality. This does seem to present some difficulties if I cannot tell the difference between them, but luckily they were most obscurely related to my reality and were quite improbable. Among the things I thought about were time management, love, friendship, the meaning of life* (cliched, but nonetheless a topic of thought {I apologize for using "nonetheless" twice in a previous entry}), family, capitalism, death, career options and, lastly, how I should be sleeping rather than thinking.
Regarding time management, I realized I am quite behind in almost every aspect of my life somehow: piano, drum practice, scholarship applications, swimming hw, sleep, social troubles, cleaning my room, making presents, paying dues, collecting dues (which I have half a mind to forgive) and I guess I'm behind on my comprehension of my life.
Specifically, love was an idea that popped into my mind. On saturday, at the soccer game I was discussing what love really is, with Chris Ruiz. My present conclusion and vague definition: love is present when you are entirely encompassed with a certain person and overcome with a certain placid contentedness when you are with them. Previously, I was reluctant to admit a definition for love which kept it as a quite strong word. This definition, I feel, maintains that strength of the word while expressing it in words from one of the most complex languages. Using this definition and my emotions I believe that I have loved. Then came the speculation of whether one could fall in and out of love multiple times in one's life. I sincerely hope that this is so, for one's love is not always returned. I feel I must add that "If one truly loves, then one's love never truly fades." - B. Neil
Now, that definition can be interpreted in a number of ways for it can also apply to one's friends and family. Obviously one loves one's family on some level, but can it be true for friends? I think you can love your friends, even though you don't bluntly say "I love you" to them. Just as you feel bad after an argument with a s/o, you feel awkward after fighting with a friend. Friends know almost as much if not more about you than your s/o does and you spend reams of time with them through multiple relationships if they are good friends. Therefore, I've come to the conclusion that one loves their friends; hence, they can love many during the course of life (approximated at 77 years).
Presumabley, the one you've all been waiting for... the meaning of life. (I hope Monty Python has not coined that phrase). Everybody's life is different, but many find contentment in this generalization: they like to be cared for. Dying with 10 loved ones around you beats the heck out of dying single on a business trip or even worse living on the street where nobody notices you pass away. Half of living a happy life is making a good impression on others and developing an honest name for oneself. The other half consists of self-esteem. NO I do not mean egotism or pride. I specify the way one thinks of one's actions. This entry can be contradicted by many religions for the main purpose of religion is to teach people how to live one's life.
Living a wholesome life involves following what is morally right. In general, people's morals consist of the majority of the Ten CommandmentsTM . The golden rule is quite commonly taught to people though not always accepted. To be content with oneself, do not regret anything and enjoy every moment of life. Search for the good in each moment and make others feel happy about themselves. The feeling that comes from making another laugh or smile is one that sustains the essence of life (or your soul). You don't have to be perfect all of the time. People will naturally give something back if you make them feel good about themselves.
The most basic part of a good personality is one that listens. Someone once said, "everyone has a story to tell and just wants somebody to listen". This is word for word true. Everybody will talk until they have a sore throat if they have somebody they are comfortable around to listen. Listening isn't all that hard and if you always talk about yourself people will become tired of listening to you. From this comes the phrase talking with somebody. It is a trade off of telling anecdotes and expressing opinions and possibly feelings. When you die, having listened, if is as if you have lived multiple lives.
The last point about the meaning of life I have to make is to "Think and act". I know you can formulate millions of ideas in your head and when you are freed from the binding chains of high school, break out and put them into action. A good leader is always listened to; people, in general, want to be part of something bigger. If you lead that something bigger, then you can shape your own little, but significant, part of the world. This difference will content you on your death bed having known you did something with your life.
I believe that touches on time management, love, friendship, the meaning of life, family, death and perhaps leadership career options. Regarding captalism, the dollar is worthy of being worshipped (thou shalt not worhsip idols. It is worthy of being worhsipped, but don't actually do it) at a whopping 81.9299 cents. I feel sorry for Mr. Gregg Bowman who is getting his sizable lump sum for starting his company in USD. lol. well I guess a million dollars is sizable in any denomination (except lira).
You now possess a sliver of what runs through my head every day if you read the entire aforementioned lazy essay. I'd like to say that the brain is the most insane but effective compacting system EVER. Motion Picture Export Group is like an ant to an elephant (rather an elephant to an ant) when compared with human compression capacity. We discard useless information but retain almost every trivial fact which is triggered on mention. This includes smells, sights, sounds, finger movements, math equations, historical figures, and cetera. I cannot believe that you read that whole thing, but you now possess more knowledge and wisdom. Luckay you. The quest for which is never-ending.
"I gotta get away from here...I miss the one that I love a lot...I loved."
*yes you could have skipped the entire meaning of life section and went here. Love is the essential meaning of life and having loved even once in a lifetime makes one's life ultimately purposeful and fulfilling.
4 Comments:
hey, i tell my sarah-friends i love 'em all the time! I would like to add my little contribution to your definition of love: love is when your feelings for the other person are so strong that it stops being about YOU or how YOU feel, but you become completely selfless because you want to make the one you love happay...and hand in hand with that, your feelings don't change because of any sort of circumstance--it is unconditional. that's what *I* think love is.
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Anonymous, at 11:27 p.m.
If you love someone, friend or not, you should tell them. Although, it's assumedly different with guys... but still.. if love is as strong and important to you and you've made it seem like, then it's not something that should be left unspoken.
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barbara_mary, at 10:36 a.m.
I entirely agree with your take on this issue Amay. RE: to barbara, I prefer to live with no regrets but I feel it is too late to do as you say.
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bradfurd, at 6:16 p.m.
Brilliant post Brad... you sound like a philosopher, but just because you're a rocker doesn't of necessity make you a fool. I am interested in your "no regrets" doctrine... could you elaborate? Foo professes a similar belief but seems to live it rather differently if you know what I mean.
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K, at 2:23 a.m.
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