I’m not a boy anymore.
Women need to “woman up” too. Genetic physical attraction is not permanent or earned. It’s not a gift, it’s a luxury. To those gold-diggers out there: I hope you have had your fill, sucking out all you can from men and everyone else in your lives.
Time and life is not kind to the useless users. That goes for men too.
Earn your living, form for own opinions, find and love your mate in life. Children are meant to be spawned from love and maturity; not lust and luxury.
"Life is a complex organism and the universe a efficient machine"
The world has kept me busy for some time! I’ve been working and learning self-knowledge. Growing wiser, I am. But free time is upon me, and my Tumbler blog has been sorely lacking these past months… I remember trying to jump start this blog last year, but that alas fell in the wayside. But the long forgotten password has been reset, the dust has been blown away and my knuckles are cracked!
Let’s get philosophizing!
I once imagined my journey through life as an arduous climb up the face of a grand mountain. Each achievement, each completed goal bringing me ever closer to the summit.
I then envisioned my slip, and to my despair, realized I had lost my way and felt myself falling. Defeated, I looked down toward the freezing waters below, feeling hopeless…
Now, having fallen, I looked up in awe at how high I dared to climb. The experiences felt, and cherished. The fears faced, and conquered. The lessons learned, and used. The mistakes made, and remembered. The friends had, and kept. The love shared, and requited.
As I reflected, I realized my journey had not ended and was free to make the climb once more. Pulling my self ashore, drying in the rising sun, I imagined myself reaching the top of the mountain, and began the climb again.
Well it’s been many months since my last entry and I do apologize!
Prepare for more delicious philosophy, coming to you as soon as I get out of this office!
One of the worst tragedies in human interaction is a clash in sense of humour, or a misunderstanding in what otherwise would have been a positive hilarious moment.
I wonder how many moments I’ve lost simply due to misunderstanding, I shutter to know the true number, for though I have had many good times and memorable moments, I have reacted unfavorably to situations I was assured were merely jokes or just kidding moments. That being said, I feel my sense of humour is endangered. I’m I alone in thinking humour does have it’s limits and can go too far? Or is my sense of humour flawed?
Practical jokes have there value too, but extreme or even worse “hidden” practical jokes are not funny for the victim. (“hidden” meaning the victim is left unaware of the prank, left to think and stew, also known as a poltergeist prank) There are misconceptions between pranking and harassing or hazing. Humour is universal, meaning if one party or persons isn’t laughing and is upset, it’s no longer funny.
That’s what is beautiful about stand up or conversation humour, no practicality, just theory. Anyone who takes conjecture or jesting seriously either has strong opinions and believes, thus proving it by getting offended or lacks that particular sense of humour.
Either way, Conflict and Comedy don’t mix, in my mind anyway, but then again we all have differing senses of humour. My life took a dramatic turn once I took up philosophy in study and practicality; though life and philosophy can be serious, it’s important to lighten it up with humour and laughter. If life is an engine, then laughter is the oil. If life is a mating couple, then laughter is the lube, or embarrassing flatulence lol :)
Writers block: The void where being at a lose for words becomes redundant, aka a writers nightmare…
Work and Finances are stressing, will return as soon as my muse returns!
Until then I will work on Philosophical Songs, movies, and books. Sorry for keeping off the ball guys, I had intended to keep them in check, C’est la vie!