"Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but doing it."
Well, whoever who said the above is an idiot and probably spent all his life not finishing anything. Whoever starts something to not finish it is one who is goal-less and without vision or objectives, not to mention having too much time on his hands to waste.
Me, I plan to reach my destination, as quickly as I can, because I do what I do for the sake of the betterment of humanity and the world we live in. I'm going to be pretty pissed off if all the time, energies and effort spent ends nowhere and the world is as screwed up as it was before I started. Then I say, jolly well don't even bother to start and just go live on an island somewhere.
The point is to focus on the end-point damn it. Because if it's a worthy and worthwhile enough a destination, then the pain and struggles of the journeying becomes worthwhile despite the seemingly endlessness of it, and the joy of reaching the destination becomes all the sweeter because of the journey.
For someone who doesn't know what goes into fighting towards a vision, I say go stuff yourself into the toilet. Mental fortitude is a pre-requisite as you shuttle between ecstacy, stress and "things I should have done differently" as you make decisions involving thousands of dollars. Emotional resilience is what helps you withstand feelings of self-doubt and inadequancy and periods of deep darkness before the light appears at the end of the tunnel.
It's a tough journey, and if not for the destination in mind, I'll through the "journey" and whoever said that stupid quote out of the window. Seriously.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 07, 2011
What's wrong with everybody?
I'm really angry at the world right now and I don't want to have anything to do with it. I need to be proven wrong, that the world is not the crap that it looks, smells and tastes like, and there is some good in some of the people in some of the world after all, and that mankind is not full of manipulators and smooth-talkers and liars and PR talkers who of course are deluded into thinking that they're something better than what they really are, and to add to it, make every effort to try to convince everybody around them to buy into that delusion as well.
What's wrong with everybody?
What's wrong with me? Some people see dead people, others see unicorns, I see through the humbug and the delusions that people choose to gift-wrap themselves with. And it's an uncomfortable feeling, not to mention frustrating, to see so much about people and to have to deal with the fact that, hey, everybody is a bit of a liar/cheat/manipulator/exaggerator, that everybody is to a certain extent insincere/selfish/self-centered/obsessed with money.
It made me sad, but now it's making me angry, angry that people have chose the easier way than to do the right thing.
A patient visited a doctor and told him, "Doctor, every thing I touch on my body hurts. My head hurts, my knee hurts, my chest hurts, my ear hurts, my nose hurts" to which the doctor replied, "You've broken your finger."
Maybe it's true. The world we know today is not more hateful and dishonest than it was yesterday; it was always this way. Long ago in Genesis, Cain killed his brother; it is still going on today. The only thing that's hurting itself, and to no good end is the broken finger. The broken finger will continue to hurt, its poking and probing having no effect and impact whatsoever.
I don't want to suffer; it's really not worth it, feeling so much crap and bewailing the current state of the world and society. The last time I felt like this, I managed to numb myself. This time it's harder and it's worse, what worked before won't work this time. I need to effectively sever the issue at its roots or it will come back to haunt me again. I can't stick my head in a hole and ignore the rest of the world, and I don't want to end up hating people; I need a real solution. I need to learn tolerance and patience and all that crap to stop me from judging everybody so quickly and easily. Even if they're really scumbags and dastards, I refuse to sink to their level.
What's wrong with everybody?
What's wrong with me? Some people see dead people, others see unicorns, I see through the humbug and the delusions that people choose to gift-wrap themselves with. And it's an uncomfortable feeling, not to mention frustrating, to see so much about people and to have to deal with the fact that, hey, everybody is a bit of a liar/cheat/manipulator/exaggerator, that everybody is to a certain extent insincere/selfish/self-centered/obsessed with money.
It made me sad, but now it's making me angry, angry that people have chose the easier way than to do the right thing.
A patient visited a doctor and told him, "Doctor, every thing I touch on my body hurts. My head hurts, my knee hurts, my chest hurts, my ear hurts, my nose hurts" to which the doctor replied, "You've broken your finger."
Maybe it's true. The world we know today is not more hateful and dishonest than it was yesterday; it was always this way. Long ago in Genesis, Cain killed his brother; it is still going on today. The only thing that's hurting itself, and to no good end is the broken finger. The broken finger will continue to hurt, its poking and probing having no effect and impact whatsoever.
I don't want to suffer; it's really not worth it, feeling so much crap and bewailing the current state of the world and society. The last time I felt like this, I managed to numb myself. This time it's harder and it's worse, what worked before won't work this time. I need to effectively sever the issue at its roots or it will come back to haunt me again. I can't stick my head in a hole and ignore the rest of the world, and I don't want to end up hating people; I need a real solution. I need to learn tolerance and patience and all that crap to stop me from judging everybody so quickly and easily. Even if they're really scumbags and dastards, I refuse to sink to their level.
The Incredible Hulk
I feel like the Incredible Hulk nowadays, consumed by angst and frustrations and rage that is only contained by indulging in escapist activities like reading and watching TV and sleeping. If my mind is left alone with nothing to do, it goes on a mental rampage thrashing houses and banishing people to outer space.
I'm tired of people, tired of their egoistic and inflated sense of self importance thinking they're God's gift to mankind, tired of their senseless nice-sounding talk which is empty and devoid of meaning and sincerity, tired of their constant complaining and criticism in the guise of old-age wisdom and sense, tired of cheap talk and worthless promises. I'm just tired of it all and wish these people will all go away. The worse thing is, it's become a way in which the world works - over-promising and under-delivering, all in the name of "marketing yourself".
I'm no saint by no means, but I think I at least don't hide behind a wall of drivel. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don't make things sound better than they really are, and I certainly fulfill what I say I'll do. Somehow, it seems to be the norm now to be a talker, never mind sincere or not, hiding behind a bunch of high rhetoric and highfalutin.
Bah!
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