5/9/2025

 

5/9/2025 07/07 AM

Make peace with your past. Your past version is not you anymore. Look forward to the future and make haste, or else you will be left behind. Good things come to people who wait, and great things come to people who make haste. WHat? I have no idea. Loneliness compels people to the depths of desperation, and only at the bottom do they realise the addiction of pulling in, and the only way out is to remove this addiction and live with loneliness. Make peace with your past. 

This is what I say, but the nostalgia hits like a crashing wave, and you are rushed to the past and all its lost glory. Na man, I need to look forward to my future. There are so many things undone, like building a guitar cover out of cardboard boxes, completing so many novels to understand people, place, and anthe d power the novel holds within. Reading novels is like reliving multiple lives, and I love to be a criminal in one and a child in another. So many stories, and they all cater towards one specific sens: misery, desperation, problems, issues. It's four, but they all nevertheless adhere to the same theme. Guess I should change my taste from a miserable novel to an adventurous one. The lord of the Rings. That would be great. Or Harry Potter, or something funny like Donxiquete. Now that I have an iPad in my possession, I can read any book I want. One good thing about reading on aniPadd is that you can instantly get the meaning of unknown words. Several times during my reading hours, I have come across different unheard words, and a quick look up has made things much easier. Although I should consider using glasses, as long hours of reading might strain my eyes. 

So what's my purpose for today? I have not quite decided it yet. I know my writing style is not considered academic, it's rather artistic or.. What do you call such a style, like that of old masters such as Fydor or Hemingway? I would not go so far as to compare my style to Edgar's since his way of representing things and situations in words is far more exquisite and exemplary. The day I could study and understand his light novels, I would consider myself leveled up in English proficiency. And then I shall move on to understanding Middle English manuscripts, but that would be far fetched, and I should consider investing my time in other productive activities. 

Ahhh. 

Why do we not have much time, but we have time to fool around? What is this time paradox, and how do we break out of it? I know it’s called Parkinson's law, but why do we? So many questions yet no definitive answer. I can pry out the proper answer, but first, I need to ask the proper question. The purpose behind the question, the origin, and the reason behind asking such questions. Basically, Why, how, and where? I mean, all the questions and answers are compressed into these three simple words. I believe life is like a chess game. You put your pieces in the right places and in the right order and do not blunder. And when the times are right, all those right pieces act accordingly, pushing closer to victory. But one simple mistake might reel into disassembling all those right pieces, and you might have to reconsider your plans. I mean life, like that. One simple mistake might topple your years of hard work. When a person is on a great big journey, s/he should not dwell on insignificant issues and fight on the side of the road. Problems come and go, but one needs to keep their composure.