Ok ok,

I think dying is really just like moving to another house. I mean that’s what death is, really, it’s the last big move of your life. The hearse is like the van, the pallbearers are your close friends, the only ones you could really ask to help you with a big move like that. And the casket is that great, perfect box you’ve been looking for your whole life. The only problem is once you find it, you’re in it. People cry a little.Then they eventually sell your stuff, use the money to drink coffee and go on with life.

Cheers.
ps: Depressing isn’t it. And you really don’t know when either.

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Lately I feel as though I am in some sort of limbo I don’t know whether I am moving forward or moving backward. In the end it’s quite a surreal experience. Most of the time I feel detached from who I really am and more ungrounded and with there being less substance to myself than before.

Is it my job? Unlikely. I Don’t work.
Is it my studies? Hardly at school.
Is it my love life? Non Existent.
 
Is it just me trying to rationalize my existence and the reason I am where I am at this point in my life?I believe like superman, I was put here for a reason. Now, what could that reason be?

Wow, that almost sounded like I might actually have something there. Phew … I am not even going to think about the things that were just said. Are these merely the ramblings of a man on the edge of going insane? Or are these merely the musings of someone so grounded in reality that they see it for what it really is? Yeah, even I don’t believe it’s the last one. Is it just possible that we all are just trying to get through this life without trying to make too much sense of it? Cause really if we understood why we were here and what it all meant do you think we could handle it?

Now I’m not saying that maybe there is some GRAND SCHEME of things and that maybe we are all on some cosmic quest of greatness. But ponder this for an instant and only an instant maybe just even a second, but ponder this nonetheless what if the meaning of life and the reason we are here is simply, “because”.

If that was the reason and it all came down to “because” and that was it no grandeurs answer, no long philosophical mumbo jumbo on how everything is its own little piece of a huge giant puzzle, and that we are all here “just because”, would life be worth living anymore?

And maybe, just maybe, we could turn it around and finally change it into “because we can”. In the end I think that is the meaning to life and the universe, “because we can”, cause really if you think about it we have the choice on whether or not to live and in the end I choose to live “Because I can”. Question is, can you?

Cheers.
ps: Because i can …

Ok ok,

The dawn of my childhood was nestled in a cradle of dreams. It was nestled between the universe of flowers and the stars. It was a time of beauty, peace and hope.

My mornings i spent walking knee deep in flowers, running my fingers through the soft petals, understanding their moods which they conveyed by colours and smell while pondering the questions to life. A life without purpose is like a mind without dreams. I listened to the sound of the wind as it brushed the petals. They spoke of lost dreams, urging me to find them before they faded. Before i got trapped by my own reflection.

The nights were spent in hours gazing upon the skies, as stars across the vastness took turns telling me their tales and fall. And i understood then that we are all connected. Our bodies and minds work by the same rules that guide the stars. The heavens exploded their riches forth and therefore have enriched us with the chemistry of life. And then there was light.

So logically, we are all connected. To each other, biologically. To nature, chemically. And to the rest of the universe, atomically. It’s not that we are better than the universe; we are part of the universe. We are in the universe and the universe is in us.

Cheers.
ps: That makes me smile. And at the end of it all, I actually feel quite large.

Ok ok,

Good luck in Europe. Don’t take no for an answer. Like a sculptor with a chisel, an extension of his arms, work your way. Attain victory. Attain smiles.

Cheers.
ps: Here’s to you.

Ok ok,

In every language in all the place of this world, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero’s strength, the mother’s resilience, and the poor man’s armor. It cannot be broken, and it cannot be taken away.”

Cheers.
ps: Believe it.

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I want to have a dog cat called nebuchadnezzar, a villa by the coastal cliffs called the Mullah Mahal, McSpicy Burgers made from extra virgin olive oil re-labelled Awesomest Maximest Burger, a unique Balboni tuned Lamborghini monster called “Steve Jobs” and a personal jester called red-pill to make me laugh forever.

Cheers.
ps: A 102inch Flatron to watch “How i met you Mother” in High-Def would be nice too.