Why Read?

We have been fooled to believe age is directly proportional to wisdom
The aged wanting to hold on to their prestige show off virtues they lack
They do so hoping we believe age = wisdom
Wise is the man who teaches others, but learns more from his pupils

Books are always fresh, reading is the way to truly get wise
Being wise is always changing your mind when a better understanding comes to light
Foolishness is being upset when someone calls you unstable because you changed your mind
Find new books to update yourself, don’t claim to be wise on yesterday’s fact which is now today’s fiction

Never make light of statistics, they may be sad truths, but they are true
Some people always break away from the statistical truth – that is a given
Although it happens it doesn’t mean the whole study is false
No book can accurately predict anything to a 100%, any book that claims such is full of junk

Experience not age is the best teacher
If you agree to that you will also agree that you cannot experience everything there is in life
I cannot know all there is to know on being a Doctor, Lawyer and Astro-physicist in one lifetime
So, I read books on these and do research to be sure it is not junk, but a fact leading to a theory

Foolish is anyone who challenges a fact or theory because he claims the teacher didn’t experience it
As long as the foolish one cannot bring to light any other contrary evidence, he remains a fool
If anyone challenges your fact saying, “did you see it yourself, don’t believe everything you read.”
Stop the conversation there, what point is there arguing with one who believes he must experience all to believe it is true

There is a difference between fact/theory and faith
Same way there is a difference between a person's idea and philosophy
There is also a difference between fiction and true story
Never mix them up

Self-validation is no validation
A book that reference itself was written by a fool
References are needed so that you can further read more to fully grasp the writer
We will never hire a person whose references are, “me, myself and I”

The more you study the more cautious you are when addressing others
You will feel wiser when around someone who speaks with ignorance
You will be prompted to correct their ignorance and shed light
But a word of caution, you too are ignorant of many things it just so happens not of the person’s subject matter



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How I Have Chosen To Live

 

 

The environment we grow up in determines the extent we will go for pleasure and the risk we will take for having a personal pleasure story.

Life is all about having a story, life is not for living towards death.

 

You are not to spend the rest of your time on earth denying yourself all the pleasures there are because you are trying to please a society that is unaware of you.

We think to highly of ourselves sometimes, believing the world cares what we do, who we do it with and where we are.

 

We think we are so important that if we step out of “LINE” and do something the society we live in frowns on we are doomed.

 

Sorry to tell you this, you are not that important and society does not care what you do, who you are doing it with and where it is being done.

 

Never make your personal life a public fun fair, nobody needs to know what you are up to.

 

You need to make sure your life is filled with enough laughable regrets (not sorrowful regrets, there is a difference) that when you sit back and remember you smile to yourself.

Let it be that when you reminisce on your life, it will be a personal joke between you and you, stop caring what society will think, you are not that important.

 

 

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Drowning

There's nothing left to hope, not another
Each seed is there rotting to a different color
Then from the window I saw and felt so light
Lighter than the bud could get me or the bottle that was empty
The sight of you had me cramped until I walked up and said hi

Each night was me and you remember
I could watch and listen to you be, forever
Then one day life came and made me an offer
One to which I refused, as no dawn or dream is worth being without you

Remember each day we count down to the day we get made
I never felt so good
Recall each May, we celebrate the day we began this thing called me and you
Now it's getting late and only beeps are left to stay
I'm back to the rotting hopes on the shelf

I'm reaching wide to grab a good tomorrow
hoping that hope will spare me the sorrow
The flight I felt when with you, cannot be drowned by the buds and drinks

I'm starting to see there's no turning back
They want to end the beeps and put your heart in a bag
Now it will beat in the chest of another, it is time I say goodbye to my lover

But can you hear my voice and recall the days we have spent, each time
The dancing in the fields and the bad lyrics we filled each night sky
The jumping and the pool, the walks with the moon
How can I get through life with no you

I'm joining you on this climb to forever, it will be you and I
There's no point waiting for the rainbow after the rain has stopped its yawn
We were meant to be forever and we are going to be together
I'm taking this leap knowing I can't swim, it will not be long

With this leap I have made, I stare in amaze as I sink with no struggle
Getting closer to you by each bubble I see a light... deep in the hustle
It is you with your smile, in yours I will drown. What a pretty sight to end this struggle.

Addict to Reality

We all wish to believe in miracles
Shinning lights and daffodils being bright
Cherry peaks and gold buckets, waiting over the rainbow
Flying dragons and empty sonars oozing out each toxin
 
We spend money on fantasy and drought time on reality
Hoping that this time we will be so lost
Lost beyond reach never needing to return
At end of each hope, prayer and wish is reality clearer and dim

Nothing is as it should be, and nothing will
The brain’s ability to daydream will drown even’s reality will
We are but an illusion of what we want, while we’re the same
Nothing has changed, except the way we have chosen to see the world

Hope is a poison to reality, an addiction to the less willed
With a choke hold on perception and drowning even clarity
If there is such a thing as hope, won’t the world be clearer?
But who am I to deny the people their right to be addicts?


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Zombie of my Pride

 

I’ll be there on the bright side helplessly
Whispering carelessly
Swearing I will never leave you all alone

Now I’m here on the dark side trembling
Crying to the empty stone
Breath stolen by the fact I’m by my own

I never thought I will be the one dreaming
Creeping towards each day
Murdered by your dismay, I can’t make it on my own

I’m at the stream, by the rainbow coloring
Crossing T’s with empty inks
Stolen dreams and yesteryear
Filling bowls with so much fears
I need you for my own

I had to steal from the morning, its rising glow
For each step so no one knows
That you gone means no more glow, I’m a zombie of my pride

I can’t believe you have decide to go wondering
Jumping hoops and clamoring
Death has come my way

I take this plunge to the stream of mystery
Have decided to go drowning
Swimming far through the sea because I can’t live on my own


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