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Sunday, June 19, 2005
 
Would the world be a better place if we all gave in to our desires and feelings? Or does practising restrain make us better people? I, for one, have been practising restrain on myself that I fear I am about to burst wide open and pummel the world with my beating heart. Who create the social rules that we live by today? And why do we have to live by certain unspoken rules? What makes desire bad when technically, it should be a good thing? Does giving in to our desires make us weaker people? Are we made stronger by resisting our urges and placing ourselves on the other side of the river? What does distancing do to us, besides making us less connected as humans, and making us colder people. It's all a delicate balance, a fine line, and I don't think anyone in the whole course of history ever managed it well. We all either tether to the one or the other side. 'Tis human nature. We are imperfect, and any attempt at perfection only drives us further into imperfection. Nietzsche thinks so, and so do I.

You don't get angry do you?
In a recollection of memories, someone once said that to me in the not-too-distant past. And being the bathroom philosopher that I am, I discoursed with myself that there exist two kinds of people in the world: happy people, and unhappy people. And I being to the latter. Regardless of how people perceive me, or how I put up a front, I do think think that ultimately, (I think) I am intrinsically unhappy. Angry people are unhappy people and they blame others for their unhappiness. Sad people are unhappy people, and they blame their own inadequacies for their their own unhappiness. Ultimately, life to me is........... a quest for fulfilment. Fulfilment of my desires, and attaining answers to questions that plague me. Maybe it's not such a bad thing. Maybe I'm giving myself far too much credit than I deserve. Either way, it's dinner time, and I'm hungry. Hungry for food, thirsty for answers. But the latter's not gonna come to me is it?
Thought not.

 

 
   
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