Conscious,conscious, unconscious...
it's amazing how conscious we are of how we present ourselves, how others look at us and the extend we go to change our appearances... Plastic surgery, facials, make overs etc.. How superficial we've become... Is that all that matters? A pretty shell beneath a rotten exterior?
We grow up in a world where we're taught that money buys everything. Yes, i know some of us are taught that money can't buy everything but who listens? Would you reject 1 million dollars if there were no string attached whatsoever? Oh right, you'll donate half to charity. Donate to NKF! I bet they need it to buy more golden basins and stuff :P
Than there is those who are power conscious, they strive to be above others to be in places of authority to prove that they're better superior than everyone around us. Some of you may regconize these category in school they're called bullies/gangsters. Then there is harassment at work where those above us regularly abuse their powers. Some fail at work or studies so they try to exert superiority against those supposedly weaker people.
Not to forget the image conscious. They may not be great looking, famous powerful or rich but behold their boot-looking skills!!
Fake people, they live their life in amidst shroud.. They lie to maintain an image they can't keep up with. They overspend to maintain a lifestyle they can't afford. They belittle others because they're insecure right within their sense of security lies in them being better than others so putting others down makes them feel much better.. It gives them a reason to live their pathetic existence out...
There i've finished ranting.. lol. Am i against these people? No, i pity them they're those that need help but let their ego and pride get in the way of their brain. The biggest disease spreading around is not AIDS! It's our superficial society that leads to countless of social diseases which bring about a deeper cancerous effect upon our community. It's as if we're all mindless drones implanted with so many imperfections to be controlled like tools by those above us..
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Blast from the past - 20/07/2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sky
Within every goal lies impossible limits the we can only dream about, it's only when we touch the ground that those dreams turn to dust. Oh what irony that the distance of what we thought possible remains impossible unless we think otherwise.
Have i lost myself this far and stood on lower grounds, as though bowing in the luxury of the dust covered surface.
Oh how lost have i become and to what extend. Never have i stood on firmer ground, never a conviction so clear it pierces my soul, oh that i should look back and fall below, oh what agony, oh what destiny, so thus i laugh with pride's gleeful plee.
As i stand in linger, oh what my fate laid. Oh, how long will i lay my head in this mire. Will i allow my body to stop time and convict me of my fate within. As i laugh mockingly at the disparity that circumstance seems to offer. No i will not bow down, not now or ever. Even as my heart skips a beat and my world shatters to pieces, i will not let myself be shaken to the core. Trembling i lay to awaken my desires, trembling i lay to seek green pastures, oh that i would entangle in earth's deep labyrinths.
Forsaking my pride, i leave my head behind,
Forsaking my will, i leave my dust my behind,
Forsaking myself, i plunge forward towards the finish line.
Oh before i fall to the ground and mingle with the dust, will i leave an imprint behind that time will not fade.
"A man can run from all the thing in life, be it people, work, play or responsibilities but a man may never be able to run away from himself."
With this i place my head towards the sky, let my dust fall to the ground but let not my face, it's surface.
Posted by Takeshi Takuhiro at 6:26 AM
Sky
Within every goal lies impossible limits the we can only dream about, it's only when we touch the ground that those dreams turn to dust. Oh what irony that the distance of what we thought possible remains impossible unless we think otherwise.
Have i lost myself this far and stood on lower grounds, as though bowing in the luxury of the dust covered surface.
Oh how lost have i become and to what extend. Never have i stood on firmer ground, never a conviction so clear it pierces my soul, oh that i should look back and fall below, oh what agony, oh what destiny, so thus i laugh with pride's gleeful plee.
As i stand in linger, oh what my fate laid. Oh, how long will i lay my head in this mire. Will i allow my body to stop time and convict me of my fate within. As i laugh mockingly at the disparity that circumstance seems to offer. No i will not bow down, not now or ever. Even as my heart skips a beat and my world shatters to pieces, i will not let myself be shaken to the core. Trembling i lay to awaken my desires, trembling i lay to seek green pastures, oh that i would entangle in earth's deep labyrinths.
Forsaking my pride, i leave my head behind,
Forsaking my will, i leave my dust my behind,
Forsaking myself, i plunge forward towards the finish line.
Oh before i fall to the ground and mingle with the dust, will i leave an imprint behind that time will not fade.
"A man can run from all the thing in life, be it people, work, play or responsibilities but a man may never be able to run away from himself."
With this i place my head towards the sky, let my dust fall to the ground but let not my face, it's surface.
Posted by Takeshi Takuhiro at 6:26 AM
Blast from the past - 20/07/2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Sky
Within every goal lies impossible limits the we can only dream about, it's only when we touch the ground that those dreams turn to dust. Oh what irony that the distance of what we thought possible remains impossible unless we think otherwise.
Have i lost myself this far and stood on lower grounds, as though bowing in the luxury of the dust covered surface.
Oh how lost have i become and to what extend. Never have i stood on firmer ground, never a conviction so clear it pierces my soul, oh that i should look back and fall below, oh what agony, oh what destiny, so thus i laugh with pride's gleeful plee.
As i stand in linger, oh what my fate laid. Oh, how long will i lay my head in this mire. Will i allow my body to stop time and convict me of my fate within. As i laugh mockingly at the disparity that circumstance seems to offer. No i will not bow down, not now or ever. Even as my heart skips a beat and my world shatters to pieces, i will not let myself be shaken to the core. Trembling i lay to awaken my desires, trembling i lay to seek green pastures, oh that i would entangle in earth's deep labyrinths.
Forsaking my pride, i leave my head behind,
Forsaking my will, i leave my dust my behind,
Forsaking myself, i plunge forward towards the finish line.
Oh before i fall to the ground and mingle with the dust, will i leave an imprint behind that time will not fade.
"A man can run from all the thing in life, be it people, work, play or responsibilities but a man may never be able to run away from himself."
With this i place my head towards the sky, let my dust fall to the ground but let not my face, it's surface.
Posted by Takeshi Takuhiro at 6:26 AM
Sky
Within every goal lies impossible limits the we can only dream about, it's only when we touch the ground that those dreams turn to dust. Oh what irony that the distance of what we thought possible remains impossible unless we think otherwise.
Have i lost myself this far and stood on lower grounds, as though bowing in the luxury of the dust covered surface.
Oh how lost have i become and to what extend. Never have i stood on firmer ground, never a conviction so clear it pierces my soul, oh that i should look back and fall below, oh what agony, oh what destiny, so thus i laugh with pride's gleeful plee.
As i stand in linger, oh what my fate laid. Oh, how long will i lay my head in this mire. Will i allow my body to stop time and convict me of my fate within. As i laugh mockingly at the disparity that circumstance seems to offer. No i will not bow down, not now or ever. Even as my heart skips a beat and my world shatters to pieces, i will not let myself be shaken to the core. Trembling i lay to awaken my desires, trembling i lay to seek green pastures, oh that i would entangle in earth's deep labyrinths.
Forsaking my pride, i leave my head behind,
Forsaking my will, i leave my dust my behind,
Forsaking myself, i plunge forward towards the finish line.
Oh before i fall to the ground and mingle with the dust, will i leave an imprint behind that time will not fade.
"A man can run from all the thing in life, be it people, work, play or responsibilities but a man may never be able to run away from himself."
With this i place my head towards the sky, let my dust fall to the ground but let not my face, it's surface.
Posted by Takeshi Takuhiro at 6:26 AM
Salt
I was eating teo chew porridge earlier and I pondered on how salt flavours food and increases your appetite. In our life's context how do we add flavour to other people's lives? Kind of interesting isn't it? To add flavour is to enhance a property and make it tastier and more enjoyable than it was before.
It's interesting, perhaps we can think of ideas to add or to enhance each other's lives. Hmmm....
It's interesting, perhaps we can think of ideas to add or to enhance each other's lives. Hmmm....
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Complaining
Complaining is a habit, it lulls our mind to think that it's not our fault. It's always "someone" else. Like the song from Akon you can blame it on me, we're always looking for someone to shove the blame to... Everyone but ourselves.
It's not wrong to be frustrated but by complaining we remove the positive power of change that we each have. I'm going to stop complaining too, it's about time i move from negative to positive.
It's not wrong to be frustrated but by complaining we remove the positive power of change that we each have. I'm going to stop complaining too, it's about time i move from negative to positive.
Friday, May 14, 2010
The road half trodden
You know back when you were young, full of zest, life and aspirations... How long has that been? I've fallen in the trap of most around me, somehow getting lost in the daily hassles of life ensnaring myself with the trappings of meaningless chase of the temporal and superficial
Mon - Fri
Work -> De-stress -> Sleep
Sat - Sun
Continue de-stressing
and poof the weekends over, work becomes a bore.
I've often wondered how some men tower above others....... I'm still searching when for now I'll continue traveling on this road in search of a path beyond that of mere mortals.
Mon - Fri
Work -> De-stress -> Sleep
Sat - Sun
Continue de-stressing
and poof the weekends over, work becomes a bore.
I've often wondered how some men tower above others....... I'm still searching when for now I'll continue traveling on this road in search of a path beyond that of mere mortals.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Purpose of life?
What is the purpose of life, is there a purpose? To what heights do man strive so hard for, monetary gains are but temporal. Power, fleeting and meaningless once you've reached the peak and find that the there is no one at the top but you alone. Pleasure? Self-seeking and destructive, the deeper you delve into it the more you get entangled like a drug addict awaiting his next fix...
Why and what do we we strive for daily? To what do we purpose our lives? Is it for the em-betterment of mankind? Is it to seek new heights and achievements to boost our egos? Why do we exist?
As another person walks down the alley of life, to what purpose does he cling to. As another babe is born today what awaits him in this profoundly enigmatic situation that surrounds us. What possibilities awaits him in this complex web of uncertainties?
History has brought and taught us countless of lessons but have we learned? Have we grown or are we following the imprints our forefathers made, repeating everything, different era with the same errors.
Oh to what purpose evokes a man that he should die for a destiny he so desires. Oh for the infinite amount of possibilities within and yet the web of unseeming gloom that has been spun upon us.
Is this trap escapable? Are we able to learn and adapt to our higher calling or will we repeat the past before us. Arguments are but void if the words abounds with no purpose. As time lies ticking away and we waste time bickering away, another one bites the dust.
Oh when will this spell be unbound on this long and winding path,
Where birds and beasts abound in this grotesquely grown under path,
As he twiddles in this game of solitaire.
To what does he purpose himself to or will he be forever trapped in the latent intricacies of life.
Why and what do we we strive for daily? To what do we purpose our lives? Is it for the em-betterment of mankind? Is it to seek new heights and achievements to boost our egos? Why do we exist?
As another person walks down the alley of life, to what purpose does he cling to. As another babe is born today what awaits him in this profoundly enigmatic situation that surrounds us. What possibilities awaits him in this complex web of uncertainties?
History has brought and taught us countless of lessons but have we learned? Have we grown or are we following the imprints our forefathers made, repeating everything, different era with the same errors.
Oh to what purpose evokes a man that he should die for a destiny he so desires. Oh for the infinite amount of possibilities within and yet the web of unseeming gloom that has been spun upon us.
Is this trap escapable? Are we able to learn and adapt to our higher calling or will we repeat the past before us. Arguments are but void if the words abounds with no purpose. As time lies ticking away and we waste time bickering away, another one bites the dust.
Oh when will this spell be unbound on this long and winding path,
Where birds and beasts abound in this grotesquely grown under path,
As he twiddles in this game of solitaire.
To what does he purpose himself to or will he be forever trapped in the latent intricacies of life.
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