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Poet Charles Bukowski wrote:  For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered.  But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries.  We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum.  I am my own God.  We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.  We are here to read these words from all these wise men and women who will tell us that we are here for different reasons and the same reason.

When a community gets larger in number, you have to learn to guard your lips because generally, the mouth works way faster than the brain. Most people can't keep a secret. But I've notice some lines that you ought to use when you want the gossipmongers to spread news. Here are my top threes! 1. "Don't tell this to anyone!" 2. "You're the only one who know about this" 3. "It's a top secret..." Please, use it to your advantage.

When things aren't adding up in your life, start subtracting.  When life seems stagnant and nothing is moving, people tried hard to add up activities in their daily schedule but to no avail. Sounds like you? Well, maybe some do enjoy being stagnant but I feel guilty about it. I hate changes but I need to live with some kinda changes. The best way? Why don't I substract some useless things in my life? Or stuff that I have too much but I don't need it that much?

I think there are way too many articles written and too many conferences around the topic of how to get to the place where you want to be. In real life scenarios, it probably means how to climb corporate ladder, how to be profitable in business, how to earn more money until you reach the state where you will yell “Enough!” (Would any amount of money be enough?) Nobody tells you how to be happy. I mean, nobody tells you that formally or directly. You caught it while growing up and by observing other happy people. Or maybe your folks told you that when you marry the right man or the right woman, you will be happy. Happy for the rest of your life. When you scored all As in exams, you will be happy. When you win a game, you will be happy. When you receive a gift, you will be happy. So, achieving target equals happy? Who placed the targets anyway? Have you met people who told you that you are happy? Wherever you are. Whatever you do. At that very moment. What is happiness, exactly? I re...

To build faith, you need to have dreams. A ridiculous dream. The purpose of dreams is to the existence of faith.  Somehow these both words keep coming to me today.

Quote from Carl Sagan that puts earth and the universe into perspective: "The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in...

My existence is bothering me yet I'm not doing anything about it. Jumping to something else seems like the wrong thing to do, keeping safe here seems like the best thing to do. Yet this heart longs for more. Void. It says, feed the void. I have no desire to do good anymore. No desire to save anyone. No desire to please anyone. Nobody cares so I don't really mind if anybody hates me. It's not like they care in the first place anyway. Life is weird without any enemies. Feeling really sick, physically and mentally. Money is an issue now. Everything is. Nothing is inspiring. Every corner of the earth smells death. Living corpse walking in daylight all around me. Self-absorbed people all over and smoldering me. I can't listen to any crap for more than 10 seconds. Their self absorbed talk, bores.