philosophy
so a lot of us self-confessed bloggers (using this term simply because I think im more of a personal life story journal writer then a true blogger, someone who can be described as a collector and disseminator of tremendous proportions) surf the virtual spaces for interesting tid-bits that add that extra pinch of salt to already exciting days filled with a global network, reunions , relationships and discussions.
I found one that completely blew me away the other day.
The Luckiest one (go through pkblogs) is a gem of a blog that follows the true life story of an American law student who lost everything due to his gambling addiction. Money, friends, family, self-respect and the degenerating feeling of being diseased by an addiction that otherwise normal people have elementary control over.
Excerpts:
Saluting his bravery to blog about it and wishing him the strength to get over his addiction towards a happier life. A life lesson delivered through the tales of a stranger once again. Never let your life seem so worthless, unexciting and unimportant that falsified acts begin to get a higher meaning then usual. It comes from depravity and a gnawing sense of an unfulfilled fantasy life. If I choose to analyze it a bit deeper, it strikes me that this is another form of burnout isn’t it. I mean when do people have a burnout? When they go to an extreme, forget the concept of balance (cosmic, physical and spiritual) and reach levels of extremism in their ambition and belief, that the very reason for it all is forgotten.
The very reason for it all is forgotten. Making a promise to myself right now, to never ever forget the reason why I go to an extreme, the reason why I fulfill a professional destiny, the reason why I stand up for what I believe is right. Every individual has his/her reasons for acting the way they do. It becomes a fallacy when these reasons get clouded in the face of peer pressure, society’s expectations and so on.
Let me be more brutally honest here. This is not saying that every individual’s dream needs to revolve around a life changing course of action with the hope and support of a million people balancing on thin shoulders. Nope. Sorry to disappoint you. I’m not that man. What I realize even more strongly is, I don’t think every one of us can be that man/woman.
What am I? Who am I? I’m materialistic, I’m driven by the pleasure of a wonderful relationship- be it with a close friend, lover, parent or relative. I’m driven by the people that count on me, that depend on my wisdom of experience and infectious wit. Sound selfish? Sure. Sound self centered? Read the top left part of the blog. What it is – is true.
That’s where at a deeper psychological level I think the problem lies with many people across age groups today. The guilt, shame and drudgery behind aiming for the ‘simple things’ in life is too much to share with an outsider. What would people think? You’re out to make money? You’re looking to support yourself? What about the millions of starving children out there? Who will save them? Who will come to their rescue?
The next person who dares imply that when reacting to your professional ambition deserves a smile and a pat on the back. Offer him a congratulatory note and let him know that the future belongs to employers with ethics, employees with drive and a growing global mechanism that will not request for a co-existent relationship with one’s environment and less fortunate; but demand it purely for the need of survival. Ask the self righteous life changer if HE is happy, first and foremost. The rest of the world can come later. There has been no worse enemy of the planet then the do-gooder secretly despising his own life. Nirvana lies within. We’ve been shouting it out for thousands of years. All we got was a rock band that shot to unheard of popularity with music that came from the soul. The mantra? Nevermind.
Call me a futurist. I’m really not. I simply live by the values I’ve picked up in bits and pieces from what have been inspirational personalities across my 22 years of existence. Some older, some younger, some alive, some unfortunately not; it’s a mosaic, a prism, heck – it’s a collage with shifting shapes.
It’s happened many a time that my conscious screams at me to write a book about this. Knitted neatly into a fictional storyline, the ways of life seem so simple, yet so unattainable. At 22, there is yet much to see, much to experience. Can such individualism exist at the birth of a child or at the passing away of a loved one? Does grief or tremendous responsibility strike blows so heavy to leave the soul and its oneness in a state of defeat?
I remember reading the fountainhead as a teenager. It would make sense to read it once again. I remember thinking even then that it was a world, a disposition not suited for the masses. Forget unsuitable, it could be almost dangerous, self destructive. As time goes by, I realize more and more that every personality type needs to co-exist on this planet for its survival. Apart from the right to end another human beings life (as is seen in the world around us – from Bombay to Israel) ; there should be none who may judge the cause of existence, the code, the norm of another human being. Religion, caste, creed, gender, orientation have been ways of demarcating a population supposedly much too large to live in harmony. Live in harmony without distinction that is.
So be it. No society in the history of mankind has boasted of equality. Struggling for a right to be more equal than others is killing. Killing in huge numbers.
Random thoughts pouring out this evening of evenings. In the wake of a world slightly distraught, heavily forgot, burdensome and begot with hate.
its not so bad.
its not so bad at all she says.
i kiss her forehead
and say goodnight
as the night fills up
with gunshot wounds
i hug my little angel
and pray for day.
she awakes amidst the show
and looks into my eyes
as if warning she says-
daddy,
"i love the smell of napalm in the morning"
I found one that completely blew me away the other day.
The Luckiest one (go through pkblogs) is a gem of a blog that follows the true life story of an American law student who lost everything due to his gambling addiction. Money, friends, family, self-respect and the degenerating feeling of being diseased by an addiction that otherwise normal people have elementary control over.
Excerpts:
Strange things happen in the immediate aftermath of losing a lot of money very quickly. Rather than tighten my belt and try to preserve what little I have left, I’ve found that I tend to squander even more recklessly. To scrimp and save, to begin to act responsibly in the wake of wastefulness, to clip coupons -- these options are not at all attractive.
Saluting his bravery to blog about it and wishing him the strength to get over his addiction towards a happier life. A life lesson delivered through the tales of a stranger once again. Never let your life seem so worthless, unexciting and unimportant that falsified acts begin to get a higher meaning then usual. It comes from depravity and a gnawing sense of an unfulfilled fantasy life. If I choose to analyze it a bit deeper, it strikes me that this is another form of burnout isn’t it. I mean when do people have a burnout? When they go to an extreme, forget the concept of balance (cosmic, physical and spiritual) and reach levels of extremism in their ambition and belief, that the very reason for it all is forgotten.
The very reason for it all is forgotten. Making a promise to myself right now, to never ever forget the reason why I go to an extreme, the reason why I fulfill a professional destiny, the reason why I stand up for what I believe is right. Every individual has his/her reasons for acting the way they do. It becomes a fallacy when these reasons get clouded in the face of peer pressure, society’s expectations and so on.
Let me be more brutally honest here. This is not saying that every individual’s dream needs to revolve around a life changing course of action with the hope and support of a million people balancing on thin shoulders. Nope. Sorry to disappoint you. I’m not that man. What I realize even more strongly is, I don’t think every one of us can be that man/woman.
What am I? Who am I? I’m materialistic, I’m driven by the pleasure of a wonderful relationship- be it with a close friend, lover, parent or relative. I’m driven by the people that count on me, that depend on my wisdom of experience and infectious wit. Sound selfish? Sure. Sound self centered? Read the top left part of the blog. What it is – is true.
That’s where at a deeper psychological level I think the problem lies with many people across age groups today. The guilt, shame and drudgery behind aiming for the ‘simple things’ in life is too much to share with an outsider. What would people think? You’re out to make money? You’re looking to support yourself? What about the millions of starving children out there? Who will save them? Who will come to their rescue?
The next person who dares imply that when reacting to your professional ambition deserves a smile and a pat on the back. Offer him a congratulatory note and let him know that the future belongs to employers with ethics, employees with drive and a growing global mechanism that will not request for a co-existent relationship with one’s environment and less fortunate; but demand it purely for the need of survival. Ask the self righteous life changer if HE is happy, first and foremost. The rest of the world can come later. There has been no worse enemy of the planet then the do-gooder secretly despising his own life. Nirvana lies within. We’ve been shouting it out for thousands of years. All we got was a rock band that shot to unheard of popularity with music that came from the soul. The mantra? Nevermind.
Call me a futurist. I’m really not. I simply live by the values I’ve picked up in bits and pieces from what have been inspirational personalities across my 22 years of existence. Some older, some younger, some alive, some unfortunately not; it’s a mosaic, a prism, heck – it’s a collage with shifting shapes.
It’s happened many a time that my conscious screams at me to write a book about this. Knitted neatly into a fictional storyline, the ways of life seem so simple, yet so unattainable. At 22, there is yet much to see, much to experience. Can such individualism exist at the birth of a child or at the passing away of a loved one? Does grief or tremendous responsibility strike blows so heavy to leave the soul and its oneness in a state of defeat?
I remember reading the fountainhead as a teenager. It would make sense to read it once again. I remember thinking even then that it was a world, a disposition not suited for the masses. Forget unsuitable, it could be almost dangerous, self destructive. As time goes by, I realize more and more that every personality type needs to co-exist on this planet for its survival. Apart from the right to end another human beings life (as is seen in the world around us – from Bombay to Israel) ; there should be none who may judge the cause of existence, the code, the norm of another human being. Religion, caste, creed, gender, orientation have been ways of demarcating a population supposedly much too large to live in harmony. Live in harmony without distinction that is.
So be it. No society in the history of mankind has boasted of equality. Struggling for a right to be more equal than others is killing. Killing in huge numbers.
Random thoughts pouring out this evening of evenings. In the wake of a world slightly distraught, heavily forgot, burdensome and begot with hate.
its not so bad.
its not so bad at all she says.
i kiss her forehead
and say goodnight
as the night fills up
with gunshot wounds
i hug my little angel
and pray for day.
she awakes amidst the show
and looks into my eyes
as if warning she says-
daddy,
"i love the smell of napalm in the morning"
Did you write this poem? Its beautiful.And sad.
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TheDreamingTree |
4:10 PM, July 23, 2006