When was the last time...

When was the last time you observed your surrounding all mesmerized,  when was the last time your heart skipped a beat for misplacing your wallet in your left pocket for a fraction of a second and you were aware of that moment? When was the last time you were told you cannot travel because your passport expires in 5 months at the gate though you always thought that they did not want you where  you lived?  How does it feel after planning for the trip for months and saving for it for years? How does it feel  when this person who was hindering your dream was turned down by her superior who has humane qualities left in her for compassion . I only wish ppl traveled more often. 

Then it might feel  urgent to append what follows.  A man in his mid 40s enters the plane confusing the gate number with the seat number just in front of me.  He only had his home printed ticket with no seat information.  However,  finally he is aware of the ticket given at check-in and guess where he is destined to sit for the next 10 hours? Yes,  next to me,  lucky me to share half a day with a half brained adult.  But before I finish my sentence he is already gone scouting for another seat.  What can I add after this ?

consumerism

Not only consumers of mass-producing and mass-polluting products have we become, but consumers of thoughts and quotes we barely understand or dare apply in our overly ambitious yet desperately impractical lives.

A fine illustration of the above is demonstrated in the way we broadcast wise quotes on social networks, often for the sole purpose of keeping up with fellow broadcasters or in order to satisfy fellow social-network consumers that reward us with dopamine-triggering self-gratifying comments, likes and the like.   

Spare a moment to think of what you post, why you do it and what significant consequences will it have. Consider instead picking up the phone and calling someone you care about, consider booking a train and paying them a visit.  Consider mailing your government about things that may improve your country and eventually the planet and its inhabitants...

I write this note as a reminder for myself (as well) to take such a pilgrimage and in a way be thankful for all we have. 

Chronic Heartbreak Syndrome

CAVEAT: not for the fainthearted!

Ever since my heart was shattered due to amorous mis-encounters, my meaning of life nullified for failing to prove or disprove anything meaningful and my career incorrigibly confused consequentially, I have been feeling a mild yet endless heartbreak, as if the burning wounds from the past heartbreak have not fully healed. It is very similar to dysthymia, a chronic mild depression syndrome, that I unsurprisingly also suffer from. The suffering is however lamentably bearable enough for me to live with. Otherwise, I would have rebelled and lived differently. But very lazily I seem to vegetate towards the lowest forms of energy. Analogously, a frog accidentally jumping in a pot of boiling water might survive thanks to its fast reflex unlike another frog unawarely heated in a pot of water.  This is what I call decadence. Decadence as I am.  I am not playing the victim, obviously since I am the only reader of my blog and I seldom unveil my desolation in public. I hide it effectively with intensive sarcasm and black humor. I am a seeker of truth and I know that things are best studied when diseased or perturbed. But when will I be done studying my very miserable self? When will I give in to a mundane 8-5 job or a simple wife or a big family? When will I surrender to time? Will time tell? Only when I surrender, time will tell!

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How vain it is to write and more so not to write. So, I write about vain and I wonder since everything I do is in vain, what would the opposite of vain be? Suddenly, the answer hits me. Vain is the opposite of vain, and the desperate hope of escaping it is, alas, vain.