Friday, December 17, 2010

Mo Kwotz Beechaze

It's all about recognising when the hurt is making you stronger and when it's just plain hurt.

He who angers you conquers you.

Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.

Democracy is the only system that persists in asking the powers that be whether they are the powers that ought to be. And, Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.

Information is not knowledge.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

Advice is seldom welcome, but those who want it the most like it the least.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Holding on to anger is like grasping hot coal with the intention of throwing it at someone. But what you don't realise is that you are the one getting burned.

For every minute spent in organising, an hour is earned.

Cowards give excuses.

Imagine never even thinking "I am alone" simply because it has never occurred to you to think that there's any other way to be.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

None of us are as smart as all of us.

True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.

Time stays long enough for anyone to use it.

People only see what they are prepared to see.

If you are on the right track, you will get run over if you just sit there.

A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof was to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

Warm is cooler than hot: literally and otherwise.

We all want to be different and that's what makes us all the same.

In true love and true friendship it's not important that you share everything. What is more important is that whatever you share must be true.

We live in strange times and places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own. Being able to glance out into this bewildering complexity of infinite recursion and say things like, "Oh, hi, Ed! Nice tan. How's Carol?" involves a great deal of filtering skill for which all conscious entities have eventually to develop a capacity in order to protect themselves from the contemplation of the chaos through which they seethe and tumble.

It is essential to differentiate between what feels right, looks good, feels good, looks right, is right, feels wrong, and looks wrong.

In the quest of defining what is the right kind of love; since there are many forms of love, see not what makes you feel comfortable, but what gets you all agitated, because that is THE one, the one which has power over you is the strongest kind of love.

For harmony don't harm any.

No one can yank me out of this divine delirium. This has come from a million moments spent knowing myself, the person that I am. And now that I know the truth about my being, about the true reason why I am here, I feel that no element in the Creation can relinquish me from this aura of pure bliss that allows me splendid feelings of oneness with all the forces of the Universe.

Limitless and baseless love. And it will remain in me all through the entirety of my profound existence, growing stronger by the moment. It is only you that I have, to pacify my tumultous emotions and I feel blessed that I can turn to you to exploit my need for nurturing comforts. My love for you sustains every upheaval caused by time and distance and stays stubbornly in position as a rock on the shore of angry waters.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence therefore is not an act but a habit.

The happier people can be, the unhappier they are.

If you were told and believed to be true that, the amount of tears you shed are equal to the amount of laughter up till now, what would you remember to be significant regardless of this fabricated statistic, the laughter or the tears?
This question is along the same lines of the half empty half full perspective.

There's nothing that cannot be pursued. You just have to have an open heart and mind and not let anything or anyone bog you or your enthusiasm down. If you believe you can, nothing else should come in your way. Everything encapsulates your realm of possibilities. The world is ready to have you and the curtain's ready to open. They're all waiting at your feet for your greatness.

Tears Tears Tears

Tears are a sorry and sad excuse as well as a substitute for an incomprehensible and elusive wave of emotion. You cry when you are overcome with emotion. But do any of us really know what our tears mean? What feelings they stand for?
You cry when it's too much to take; When the world as a whole seems to encapsulate your emotional being and all you can do is cry. A real person cannot hold back tears. And when I say real person I do not intend to offend fake people. I am only stating the obvious that for you to cry, or to express any emotion for that matter, you need to be very alive and in touch with reality. Babies cry because they don't know any better. Adults however only cry when that's all they're reduced to doing. It's primitive instinct to regress into childish behaviors when we are experiencing the extremes of emotions such as joy and pain.
The idea is to make crying an emotionally gratifying and light heartening experience. Crying never made pain worse. It only made pain less hard to bear. And it should do just that.

God Oh God!

Somehow there is a god or godliness in the small things.
Like lying in the dark, listening to the ever droning tick of the clock, it is just reassuring somehow, that there is activity happening, life is around. 
That's God in small things.
God is, in my eyes, a symbol of assurance.
We only turn to God to feel good, happiness, contentment, all assurance that everything is good, and if anything isn't then everything will be good.
God is hope. Not a person, not a high fatherly figure as such. Just a omniscient guide.
I guess that's what I believe; in the God of small things. Lucky coincidences, miracles, the melodious systems like sunrise sunset, the way Nature is so beautifully synchronized all the time.

Multiple Past Tense Words

A list of words I (with a help of friends) came up with, that have 2 past tenses

  • Hung Hanged
  • Sung Sang
  • Spoiled Spoilt
  • Spilt Spilled
  • Spoke Spoken
  • Run Ran
  • Hid Hidden
  • Blot Blotted
  • Burnt Burned
  • Thrown Threw
  • Joint Joined
  • Took Taken
  • Broke Broken
  • Leapt Leaped
  • Thieved Theft
  • Shook Shaken
  • Rang Rung
  • Smelt Smelled
  • Past Passed
  • Flown Flew
  • Bidden Bade

La La La La

Under the Sky

Below the Sea

Swam the little Purple Fishy