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reflections

When I went to high school, when I was a more cynical and pathetic character, I was more artistically dark. And although back then my mind was locked upon itself in a incessant spiral of self-loathing and pity, my artist felt more alive. I almost feel as if because I've become more understanding and deeply aware of how to stabilize my emotive-creature-mind, I've become less in tune with my art. These days, I can see that the colors of my mind are too defined and resolved. And consequently, I don't know how to let myself into the darkness of passion.

The clockworks turn within my mind, and each reasonable mystery eventually finds itself a compatible answer, and if not then it lays on a backburner, perhaps to be answered later, perhaps never. But I can't handle it anymore! The mind is not a clockwork, the soul is not a framework for labor, and the natural state of existence is not calm. In vain I dragged myself across the ragged and barren fields of self-betterment, only to find that it is a sterile and uncharismatic plain on the other side. The natural state of the universe is entropy and there should be no going back.

We are supposed to be mad and insatiable on the inside. My soul is a beast whom loathes tameness. But instead, we drift along, like listless molds of vulnerability looking up at the more charistmatic-than-us, the more beautiful-than-us, and the more-alive-us, wondering how the time has passed so ungraciously to our favor and our sagging souls flop around like fish on the pier, caught by a fisherman of fear and death and lies.

Everyday we breed the emotions we feel with the ideas we combat them with. And I speak for many of us when I say that the inbred docile dog of a conscience which had birthed is better put down than to writhe in its pathetic misery state.

Do you know limbo? It's a catholic sentiment, somewhere somewhat neutral between heaven and hell that signifies neither saved or damned. Where the idiots and unborn children go. Life should be the opposite of limbo. Maybe snapchat exists in limbo. Why do I feel like I'm constantly damning myself to a dreary placement in the spectrum of a should-be-colorful life?

To be honest, I don't, I just wanted to convey the emotion. It's better to be a colorful lunatic than grayscale photocopy of a photocopied idea. Come on fucking live you piece of boring drab! Let go you're already pathetic self esteem and stop caring so much about the misplaced judgment of men and women who will never care about you the way your should care about yourself. You fucking prick, you can look to God, but your existence is a mockery of free will, and in fact the most humiliating part about it is that you probably would've ate the apple too.

Wake up from your delude conception of "what matters" and "your goals" and embrace the madness of the soul, and liberty of nature and feel what it means to be alive again. Being alive and feeling like you want to die has greater kinship and understanding of each other than any neutral mockery in between.

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Sleep fell over him like a docile creature, bred to domesticity after countless nights of inbred captivity. Daybreak is no longer a mystery to him. He longs for the moment day and night no longer will uphold their cordial reconciliation. Perhaps his lines will extend a ink stroke further, perhaps his mind will wander one eternal step closer to the creation of art. But he is a chain to his words, and time is no longer at his shackles.

Daybreak falls like the morning star, with each step he lapses deeper into the darkness, closer to the light that awaits, and dawn becomes an illusion. -3.20.2011

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RTOTD

random thoughts of the day by Daniel Ko

what is love?

it was a like midsummer's night dream, that night. being with you was like being kept in a bubble of bliss, out of way from all the people i hate and despise. I drank to escape the torment brought on to me by my weariness of life... and from that putrid well, you gave me hope and a dream to one day be with you.

was it a kiss? or did we just brush our lips..

어제 문자보내기:
xxxxx: "내일뭐해?"
xxx: "별거없는데ㅋㅋㅋ 왜? 뭐할까?"
xxxxx: "아... 그냥.. 아니야"
xxx: "??ㅎㅎ뭐야"

그 순간 후, 내 마음이 너무 두려워어서 잠이 들었지..

this may be a shameful thing to admit, but you resemble my favorite JAV actress in an uncanny way. Is that weird? but then again, what is love? baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me, no more.

i remember one day in class, you asked me for a pencil. out of everybody in the room, why me? there were 300 other people in the room, and for me to be chosen out of random would be.. a miniscule chance. of course, i have to consider the radius factor, but even out of the ten people sitting behind, in front, left to you, I was still chosen. is this what they call the greenlight of love?

flustered "y-yea i have one hold on" and i reached into my bag to find the best pencil for you and found my favorite pencil, stocked it with enough lead for you to write 100 love letters to me and gave it to you. when I gave it to you, our flesh brushed each other. the sensation i felt from my spine to my abdomen! it numbed my mind.

what is love? is this it?
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i don't believe in the friends that believe in me...
or in myself that believes in my friends..

I BeLIeve in myself that believes in MYSELF!!!
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what is love?

my cheeks flood with invisible tears of happiness. i hold them back, as a true man should.
is this.. is this it!? as each moment passes by, i already feel a 'one second nostalgia'. i do not know if time is moving fast or slow. rather, it feels like waves; scattering leaves under the hot summer sun, as i peep a little twig in her hair.

on the twig.. it's a caterpillar! the erotic ooze that creeps out from underneath it's sleathy and moist exterior, makes the other catepilllars hot; this i can smell in the breeze.

my lips feel desert chapped as i struggle to make any articulate or audible sound. i am flustered, but to my silent and confused joy, she is flustered as well. you, you, you, .. i start, but the sound of heartbeating (hers or mine?) is too loud for me to hear my own voice.

in my head, thoughts rush. in my mind our palms are so sweaty but as we look off into opposite directions our skin grazes and both of us pretend not to notice but we do and its so nice; i think about the sympathizing look on her face after i rush in a grab the bullys arm who was harrasing her, but thankfully he turns his attention to me and pummels me and after i smile as she says you stupid! why! tears down her face. finally as thoughts rush through my head like lemmings rushing off the side of a cliff, i catch one in mid-air.

you, have a twig in your hair.

the effect is immediate, the ghost of picasso takes his ghastly red brush and wipes it up her face. she reaches for it and as if the twig was carrying the wieght of her pink embarrassment her throws it away. but the instant was too fast for common sense. she grabbed the twig and catepillar in the same area, smearing its juices along the ridges of her fingertips like road kill along the gravel of 90e fw.

she shrieks! i rush over and catch her as she falls in my arms. i say, as the spirit of romeo takes quick wheel on my tounge. 'sometimes a bug and a twig is enough for me to fall in love'. red as she is, her cheeks flush with the joy of youth, an intense but fleeting aphrodisiac of having all your nightime prayers answered for your one true love in a ironically heathenous moment due to the heartbreaking death of an innocent bug-child.

ai..aii...aishteru.

ah! this is what love feels like. like lemons squeezing on your hand to make lemonade... so sweet, but that one cut makes it sting so bad that those invisibile tears peers out into the physical dimension.

she was unknowing grabbing my nicest dress shirt at the moment, but i would work at the dry cleaners for a year just for this moment so it was worth it. catepillar ooze is forgoten and i only see her pale face in all the universe, like hunter on the beach who found a moment-diamond admist 100000000000 grains of moment-sand.

this is it this is it this is it, nothing else matters, not even the fact that i got a C- in pre-calc and my mum will not let me see the satifistcation of a dinner plate for week. i push the hair across her forehead, my subconcious feeling little moments of triumph for each moment of traction that my nails graze her skin. i can see her pores.. her skin is not so perfect as i imgined in my dreams, so i wonder what kind of face wash she uses, perhaps its the make up. i can tell she got up early to put it on. and the little droplets of sweat, they look like little universes themselves, each carrying the pheromones of my multi year long lonesome midnight thought dilemma.

but i cannot be distracted by the beautifully imperfect nature of her complexion or her evenly distributed facial structure. not even the mole above her right eye could do that.

a single moment passed, and i say i love you too, each glistening word falling gracfully from my mouth like atomic bombs, until they cause a seismic explosion in her heart, therby ending the war of unrequited lust and desire.

i feel the smooth fairy like curve of her body along the sinews of my forearm. they pulse at different intervals. then i feel her back tensen as her tries to intersect her love with mine, through method of kiss (or so i expect). the blood of bushido in my heart and chivalry of knights in my soul trigger and instead of her working so diligently to reach my face, i bow my face down for the intersection instead.

pursed lips against pursed lips. in my head i think about but do not notice the callousness of her own chapped lips. and slowly like a baby exiting the womb, my wet slob makes entry into her mouth-cave. frankly ,  i do not remember the rest, despite the feeling of wondering why is it that humans like to lick each others plaque, and thinking i guess it's not so bad, and hoping unaddmittedly that perhaps our pheromones were entering and exiting each others bodies.

to be continued


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dude, whatever

from a comic

"You look like you're going to spend your life having one epiphany after another, always thinking you've finally figured out what's holding you back, and how you can finally be productive and creative and turn your life around.

 But nothing will ever change.

That cycle of mediocrity isn't due to some obstacle. It's who you are.

The thing standing in the way of your dreams is; that the person having them is you."
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heart

Any person can make any rationalization for the person he will become. Although a child can have aspirations to change the world, the young adult has welcomed the fact that sometimes a pediatrician, a lawyer, a consultant, an analyst, or a banker can change and make a difference within the sector he resides in, perhaps incrementally, or maybe even eventually. And as years go by, the question "Why can I not do [x]?" has become easier and easier to answer. The desire for greatness slowly turns into an inclination of doubt, which morphs itself through the years into a complacent will for things to pass as "pretty good". Where do things fall apart? Is it just a process of growing up in which children have to face the trite perception of 'reality'? Or is adolescence a challenge for those who retain there goodwill and heart to truly become the clockmakers of the future generations?

I understand that there is very little "truth" about the world itself. Instead what we are presented with are many different understandings and interpretations of the world. If one man says, "follow your dreams," he is just as 'right', so to speak, as another who says, "focus on stability, let your passions remain hobbies". They are just different interpretations/theories of young adulthood created from their experiences which have ultimately shaped the lens through which they view the world. There's no "right" or "wrong" in that sense, just interpretations. Some interpretations are just more consistent than others is all.

If an apple falls to the ground, one may assume that the force is enacted universally (from different tests and observations), and thus presents forward a theory which can explain the given situation to be tested and retested to continually give forth consistent results. If the theory gives forth results which are consistent, then it is deemed as far as the human perception is concerned: true. But is it actually true? No, technically, we do not know for sure whether it will hold valid for every single possible situation, as the number of situations that can exist can be infinite. The theory is simply an interpretation of the presented situation. Situationally consistent results are as close to "true" as one can be. (much of the situations which we create our advice and understanding of the world are from a very narrow span of years and are for the most part personal. this explains why people have different theories of how the world works: because people are limited to their own experiences.)

Aquinas in Quodlibeta states:
"The truth of each thing, as Avicenna says in his Metaphysica, is nothing else than the property of its being which has been established in it. So that is called true gold which has properly the being of gold and attains to the established determinations of the nature of gold. Now, each thing has properly being in some nature because it stands under the complete form proper to that nature, whereby being and species in that nature is."

Situationally consistent results would be the standing ground for the established determinations. These established determinations in the sense I will be using them are principles. The principles which govern people and their influence do not change. In life, this is as close to a constant as we can get.

Situations themselves, change very slowly relative to the timespan we are allotted to either react to them. What does change however, and quite rapidly for the most part especially in young adulthood, is people. How people change: understand this and you will have the cigar. In life, people are the variables, and how effectively one understands and implements principles are the fucking coefficients. Well, not really, but something analogous of the sort.

In order for a person to change, he must undergo an experience which triggers an emotion. This word "experience" is used very loosely, basically anything a person experiences. This emotion triggers change. It is my theory that one must change when he undergoes any sort of experience, and the idea makes sense when one realizes that the strength of the resulting emotion is correlated directly with the degree of consequential change. The only time one can truly undergo no change through any experience is when he is handicapped in some way or manner to be apathetic. Generally, however, I think it is impossible for a normal person to be truly apathetic to any sort of experience. In the daily course of a day, as one experiences various emotions, he is given a choice in terms of his reaction to that emotion. The change is a choice the person has. The smaller the experience/emotion, the smaller the degree of resulting change. Remember: usually, the emotion we feel is out of our control. It is generally a product of how we were brought up to feel things and also family genes. The important factor within our control is how we react upon that given emotion. Feeling emotion is not something we can necessarily control, it usually just happens. The reactions are entirely in our control. We have the choice of reacting negatively to negative emotions and making them more and more negative; but we also have the choice of reacting positively to that certain emotion, creating a habitual response in time which therein sets the foundations for developing a strong character, and eventually nullifying the negative emotions. Remember, even in anger one can reactive positively and righteously. Negating the emotion is not always the right thing (angry Jesus table flipping was righteous) as well.

Emotion is a catalyst for change: positive or negative. I think the term emotion is misused much these days. One describes an insecure girl with temper problems as emotional. Not entirely true, as emotion has multiple dimensions. There is 1. emotional intensity, and (what is neglected much when understanding emotion) 2. emotional competency. So back to the description, no she's not emotional, she's an emotionally incompetent person who is also emotionally intense. The purpose of emotion is as a catalyst for change, in order to do something better or worse. Now, what is that "something"??

If he cannot remain the same, there are two ways a person can change: better or worse. Well, these relative terms have very little meaning when there is no point of reference (better than what? worse than what?). However, in order to have an accurate point of reference, it must be true. The point of reference is the standard to which we are able to judge ourselves. These standards/points of reference differ: here is the point of contention which humanity has been arguing since the dawn of its conception. Within religion and philosophy, and basically everything that people base their thoughts and action upon, people have within them some point of reference. And although one can have multiple points of reference, the point of reference itself is usually just one thing, so instead of better/worse, it's usually [x]/¬[x] to denote the singular form of the point of reference, and we can replace them with synonyms (ie. righteous/not righteous = righteous/unrighteous).

[The following will be extraordinarily concise and general]
Examples of people and their main (assumed) points of reference:
Jesus : Love
Buddha : Nirvana vs. Cycles of cessation
Jiro : Hard work

To be brief, for Jesus, with love as his main standard, to excel in life would be more loving, and to not excel in life would be to be less loving. As the point of reference is love in the Christian sense, emotions exist as a catalyst for love, or lack of. To change for the better in Buddha's stance would be one step closer to enlightenment, and to change for the worse, one step away. The same principles applies to all of us and whatever standard we choose to accept as our inherent truth (many of the time, without understanding the established determinations behind them).

Back to me: so what does this amount to? What is my point of reference? A point of reference should be something like a mission statement of core values and purpose. To what standard do I measure my excellence and accomplishments as a human being to?

Easily, I could say my point of reference is love, to mirror that of Jesus. But why that?

Is Christianity true? Does God exist? Well, to put it bluntly and based on the definition of "true" above: I don't know. In fact, nobody knows. However, just as impossible as it is to prove with solid evidence, it is also impossible to disprove. If someone was to show me undeniable and evident proof of some other being, or lack of, I would have to accept it as true and forego all my prior beliefs. For example, if I died and went to heaven and I met two headed Giraffe who said "I am the ruler of the universe, your God, Jesus, and all your beliefs were invalid. Believe in me, or go to hell," I would, at the expense of an entire life of faith and belief, have to forego my faith. Because a fundamental component of faith is a devoted passion to truth. Without it, we might as well be a cult.

If anyone was to put their beliefs over truth, such would be a tragic mistake. I believe because I think it is true, not I believe therefore it is true. A pursuit of truth is a righteous path.

The Judeo-Christian God is something I believe to be true due to my personal experiences. So if one was to ask me, "Does God exist?" I would say, "Yes, I think so. My understanding of the world (well, maybe lack of understanding) and personal experiences lead me to believe that the existence of a God is a much more viable conclusion than a lack of one" (my most cautious answer, really depends on my diplomacy).

So backtracking, I ask myself, why is it so difficult to keep that in line with other priorities and other standards to which I commit actions? Actions express priorities. I guess the question is, "What is stopping me from keeping focus (remember coefficients) on my point of reference?". Now this is a incredible question because it has so many factors based on problems, and problems as we know, are elusive and many of time buried beneath six feet of neurosis. If my point of reference is love, then what is pushing me to change negatively (less loving and committing apathetic or hateful actions) whenever I experience things with cause emotions within me?

Two things stop a person from loving, traditionally and quite obviously: sin, and the other not so obvious: fear. Sin, I understand is an transgression of God's will. To simplify, the seven deadly sins are as follows: pride, lust, greed, wrath, envy, sloth and gluttony. Each one of these is something I commit, and outward projection. Fear, on the other hand, is something that I feel, an inward reaction. Sin hinders the outward flow of love (bear with me), and fear hinders the inward flow of love. When one is committing a sin, it becomes much harder to love other people, and when people are afraid, it becomes so much harder for them to accept love. For the sake of succinctness, an example would be that an arrogant man only loves himself, and the insecure girl will let nobody love her for who she is because she's afraid to be hurt.

Another standard of truth I believe in is righteousness. But enough, I can go on about things like that for a while.

What I mean to say is that people have different systems of belief, of what works and what doesn't. There are many interpretations about what is important in life, what to achieve, what to pursue and how to pursue it. There is no one idea that is universally right.

What I want to do is to serve humanity, love God and love other people. I want to effectively put forth positive change within the lives of people and their ideas and how to think, speak and act. My valiant effort to pursue these things will create within my mind newly established determinations which I can set forth to the world. I want to show kids that it's okay to have dreams, and that "reality" as so many people call it, is exactly what you make it. I believe in other people.

That is my plan. Honestly, that's it. The two things holding me back thus far are sin and fear. I seek to be more righteous and courageous. Everyday through the things I experience, I will change forth to a better person. And understanding these things, I see why so many people have found their niche in the world where they can effectively minister positive change to close people they know. But I know understand why I want to do so much more, and although it may seem naive, misguided and silly, I still find unfathomable hope for a bright future. In a place of limitless opportunities, the only limits that stop me are from myself. Life is a system with many different principles at play, and I try to understand it more and more everyday. I want to listen and understand people more, because without understanding, it is impossible to love. I want to share with people more as well.

In a relatively short time, I've experienced a lot, to say the very least. I've been fortunate enough to have been presented with a number of options for what do with my future. I've always been aware that 'life is difficult', but my tiny interpretation of that idea is a little less tiny now. Life is daunting.

I think people are like birds in a bird eat bird world. There are many that choose to live inside cages so that they do not get eaten by the bigger birds outside.

Not making choices makes life easier to deal with. Just letting things come as they go and accepting opportunities at face value is comforting. School, for example, is not daunting (relatively speaking, not to downplay it's role). It is a set path which has defined guidelines for the typical student to follow: HS, College, Choosing A Major, Completing Bachelor's, Master's (optional depending on field), Salary, Raise Work Vacation Repeat. Neither is inheriting a family business. Needless to say, of course there are certain traumas that may come attached within that defined parameter, but as I said, those guidelines and restrictions eliminate much of the fear/apprehension typically felt during the process. Yet many times, from what I've noticed, it comes at the cost of foregoing the question "Why am I doing what I am doing?".

As I learn more and more about the world around me and myself, I understand that there are many things of the trending mindsets of which I do not fuck with. "People don't do what they want to do, they just usually end up doing what they end up doing" is such an example. It can be a applicable statement, but can "Do what you want to do,"; it simply depends on who is saying it. As I said, there's no "right" or "wrong". Just better understanding. People are different, and that's okay. I'm different, and that's okay too. Nobody is crazy, just different understandings. The spectrum of things to be understood is so large that a single human being could never understand all of it, rather, he just understands bits and pieces, which then create his general worldview. People are limited in that sense.

And I understand these things, I understand more clearly why the number of people that want to change the world gets smaller and smaller as people become older and older. Insecurities become deeper imbedded under layer of neglect and neurosis. Challenging the status quo becomes something that is only really done in movies. As this happens, our joints and mental reflexes become rusted with daily comforts. "Simple joys" take the place of greater and more meaningful joy found within progress and learning, when in fact, both should be cherished.

I want to challenge the status quo. People tell me, this is how you should do it, and I say, I don't think so, I think this is how you do it. A lot of times, the status quo can be wrong, and it would be dangerous to follow it. I believe I can and I believe that many people around me can too. Much of the world that has been created thus far has been created by people not so different from me and we, when they were twenty at least. There's so much to do.




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why

because my self awareness supersedes my insecurities
because normally I wake up at five
because half the time I workout, I throw up
because I don't know when to stop. It's better not to know because when your 20 and you think about that, it's premature
because everyone around me has no reason to do what they do. at most it's a shallow 3-cm-deep response with as much sincerity as a child that wants to be the president. and when faced with such blatant disregard for their meager pride, they shrink away like caterpillars to the touch.
because some things aren't righteous
because the fucking irony that I feel disillusioned in an illusional crowd might be the biggest tragedy of everyone else's lives, because my vision is lucid and I understand the clockwork of the human mind
because I'm inherently a narcissist trying to deny myself the pleasure of loving myself in order to love others. we live in mirrors. when we're judging others, we're only experimenting with our own hubris.
because I'm afraid of looking like a godamned (literally, god-damned) fool, but it's more righteous to face that fear because I can directly avoid become exactly lost like all the other comm english psych every other fucking major
because if you think you can't, but you do, then you've already failed. doctor? psych major? how gonna take the risk to save others when you can't even save yourself from your own incompetency and lack of faith in yourself. fear of hardwork fear of I can't do it fear of I can settle for 2nd is the same as the fear of failure the fear of failure the fear of failure
because the jokes on you; life is the simplest game to play and you've known it since you were born but decided to forget it and believe that it's complicated because ironically, it's easier. who said simple was easy? it's the exact opposite
because college is not the answer. it's a tool and tools work on a basis of necessity. don't be afraid to admit it, it's only because your scared that your incompetent and insecure that you deny yourself that truth
because everyone's incompetent and insecure. no it's not an insult because I am too. But we can't admit it? that line is a mobius strip of denial
because when you're righteous, opposition is the only natural effect. But there's Martin and theirs Malcolm. Can anyone recite of X's speeches? Is there a Malcolm X day? The only righteous thing is to love, and no we're not some corny hippies so it means you've got do act on it.
because fear, not incompetence, not ignorance, not anything else, is the reason why you are so uninteresting, and why your life will be the same thing over and over again till you realize that you're actually afraid and that's why your uninteresting. But it doesn't stop till you're not afraid, not afraid to love yourself and love like the genius that you actually are
because you think I'm ambitious? I'm just trying to be a little more righteous
because I'm not a nice guy, I love talking, but just not to you. see? I'm an asshole.
because every label attached to everything that supposedly can define a human (christian asian smart skinny) has utterly bullshit ties to some other condescending affiliation (pretentious ignorant judgmental silver spoon weak)
because I've got a sense, an understanding, and a comprehension of music
because I can do anything that I want to be and I'll be damned good at it, but I'll probably drink myself to death or drown in the kiddie pool of existence before I see any of my grandchildren, and I gotdamn know it
because I'm smart and I know it means nothing.
because nobody uses the phrase "oh, well I don't wish to bore you" or "oh, enough about me," even as a gesture of courtesy anymore. it must be a sign of the times, yes, in fact, you're probably boring and it's entirely you're fault because you are more interested in yourself than others. And it's only human nature that people are not interested in folks who are only interested in themselves. Gibber jabber blah blah do I look like a shrink?
because contrary to popular belief that I don't owe the world a thing, I owe God my entire existence
because I'm not fucking ignorant because I believe in a God, but unfortunately many are. You ask any Christian why they believe in God. Try it and get a blank stare or some ignoramus reply that makes no sense. People blabber this all the time: "Christianity is not a religion, it's a way of life." I call bullshit. Yes, it's true, but you believe in that fact like you do the loch ness. The only difference between a philosophy and religion is the absence of rituals in the former. And your philosophy on life is about as shallow as the puddle of water on your bathroom floor
because I can;t squander my luck and opportunity
because you think of other people and small things more than you do ideas
because I want to be honest to myself, I want to be righteous and secure (as opposed to insecure) and fearless
because hip-hop is so young and undeveloped
because I'm not better than you, we are the same, but you're making it seem like ambition is a gift for lucky. What's the difference between you and me?
because you must be crazy
because I must be lucid
because I'm already happy
because I'm always anxious (really? you look so chill)
because I want  to stop being such a poser. but I'm okay with being a loser (as opposed to cool NOT opposed to winner)
because I actually want to be cool tho
because sometimes I sleep at 5
because my ambition supersedes my talent

it's simple


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passions


Due to the natural cycle of experiences, learned behavior, revelations, depressions and relapses into either or, it seems rather clear why we want what we cannot have and want it not when we do achieve it. Age has everything to do with the matter, and only those who are able to grow prematurely, and enlighten the truths of the world to themselves as quickly, accurately and insincerely as possible are able to become prominent in this jungle of inhabitants. The passion must be insincere only by definition that those who are able to succeed in their passions by means of a philosophy that is precocious, must be insincere. Sincerity comes only when age matches with suitable mental health or state. However, this is not the case for many, and many are left not precocious, but rather late and tardy in this race for the quickest mental health, and I suppose there is where the balance fits. Is the ten year old which wishes to become a firefighter sincere in his passion? By any and all means, heavens no! He knows not of the firefighter's duties, calls, roles, hardships, training or even schooling, and thus by this measure he is precocious. But because age is a driving force stronger than most passions, by the time he is eighteen, he has learned that whatever his passion was is not no more because quite suitably, his mental age has changed. And yet, follow the boy which is able to keep his passion despite what his mental age becomes (and notice that this "mental age" is merely created by the self conscious rambling of his peers and elders), and see how far his passion will take him. My friends, it is a deeply rooted passion which drives diligence; passion which drives intelligent routine; passion which drives the hard work required to succeed; but only a passion which is able to supersede the mental age of his peers. Because in most cases passion falls on a tier lower than our insecurities and fears.


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cigarettes

One can scarcely understand the complexity of living itself without understanding the complexity of death — not the sudden one which leaves one mourning in black suits, but the slower and constant gnaw which inexplicably leaves a smile pasted on his fat and cowardly face. It is pleasure; pleasure which is the devil’s whisper in his ear, that that tells him to forget of the bitter aftertaste of a one night’s stand; pleasure that takes all spring, summer and fall to remind him that it will be cold — yes, bitterly freezing in the wintertime; and pleasure which rots our insides and creates such a fascinating and unbeautiful corpse when it has taken it’s toll that only then does he cease pretending to not realize what he has lost.

A cigarette is the perfect example of a pleasure. A pleasure, by nature, takes away life and morals just as easily as it tells us that they do not matter. It is the daintiest and yet wickedest of man’s downfall, because when the cigarette starts to burn the mouth, it once again reminds us that although it was satisfaction which he sought when he put the lighter to his mouth, it is rather perfect yearning for another which remains. And as if his own flesh was mocking him, he is once again reminded that pleasure is the easiest of vices to forgive.

And yet, it is nearly a worthwhile dissatisfaction. What more could one want? A cigarette which lasts a day? Drunkedness which prolongs itself into the morning and the day after? An orgasm which lasts three hours? Opium? Perhaps. But at that point one is so disillusioned with the yearning for his pleasure that he may as well look for it (and find it) in hell for all eternity.


Religion (but only as Marx would say — as an opiate of the people) is a crutch for those who can’t bear the pleasure of their own transgressions. In that way, it is as misused and misunderstood as a sort of facet or catharsis for those who can't forgive themselves first, or rather, don't really want to. In this way, I believe that it is that wave of relentless guilt which creates the monstrosities of religion.. the crusades, extremist islams, westboro baptist. Because at that point, it is not that one has merely forgotten the central ideas of love and passion, but rather it is that they have never been adopted in the first place.

And as if that's an argument to stop smoking. Not even family which has died of the cigarette can stop one from really smoking.. in fact, that's how starts for some. What's a rainy night without a cigarette? It's like trying to paint over the canvas of the mind with a crayon.

And truly, it is a vile thing when one has taken away his pleasure of smoking with an incessant thirst for it. Such is the way all pleasures unavoidably, and rather justly, end.


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checkpoint

Life is good. This is something that has always been understood, even when I had emotional problems. There is absolutely no denying it when I understand what is around me and what has been given to me. The past couple weeks, I've had something of a revelation. Actually, not quite, so because it was not entirely unknown before. Perhaps I'll call it "rediscovery". Life is more than just good, it's exciting. Life is really really exciting. Right now, I'm 20. It may not be all that glamorous, but when I look around me and see the blessings of God in both the opportunities I've been given and the person He has made me to be, I see an unfathomable amount of potential and excitement. It's funny to hear that from a "broke" (my net worth is 0), "homeless" (I live in an apartment my parents are paying for), and "lost" (my English major is useless) person. But I am so excited.


At 20, this is a prime age for anything in the making. It is an age of new responsibilities, but also far less commitments than any other time in our lives. I have no wife, no home payments to make, and absolutely nothing holding me back from doing exactly what I want to do. And some people call this childish, but I do not understand because at 20, I'm a bit too naive to understand what it means to pay mortgage or feed my children.

I feel extremely exciting because I see my situation, and the mind that my childhood has created and I see so much potential. I am excited because I understand all the control that I have from my part is how hard I work and how I manage certain opportunities and commitments. The only excuse I have from my part is that I have not worked hard enough. 

The only thing I am uncertain about is that I do not know how strong I am. Because I grew up from a middle class family in an affulent community  my will has never been fully tested. I never lived hand to mouth, and I never felt what it means to be at the bottom of the food chain. I never had my ego tested to show me how pathetic I am, and even if I say I have, I really haven't. I pray, that whatever happens in the coming few years, no matter what, that my philosophy on life will not falter in a negative way. Things are easy to say when it's all good and I can easily get food on my plate and I think I'm in the top ten percent of the top ten percent of the world. How strong is my will? Only time will tell, and I'm certain that I will know the answer in the next coming years.

Traits needed:
1. Ability to drop all emotional commitment to something isn't working and run the other direction. Give up when necessary.
2. Proactiveness. Ability to TAKE ACTION
3. Discipline
4. Resilience to failure

Things needed for a happy job:
1. Autonomy
2. Passion
3. A direct effort/rewards and results ratio

Don't expect anyone to tell you what to do or give you permission.. Because nobody will.

You don't have to be fully prepared! Reeboks on, I just do it, nxgga.


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