Saturday, December 27, 2014

Growing up (part 2)

I really don't think I'm qualified
To be making such big decisions.
You must be mistaken, I'm afraid,
The grown-ups are over yonder.

I assure you, I'm pretending,
It's all an act, I confess.
I'm neither responsible nor wise,
A mere child- no matter what that document says.

I cannot remember when
I was supposed to have grown up.
But I was probably still in bed or at play,
When everyone else was handed the instructions.

Note: This comic sums it up perfectly. I thought I was the only one who felt this way.

Oh and here's part 1.


Sunday, December 21, 2014

Nerves

Shivering hands and a quivering voice
As he stood to face his greatest foe
No sword in hand, nor armor, nor shield
Not that they would help him in this battlefield

As he looked around him, he saw only staring eyes
Expectant, hungry, waiting to tear him apart
The longer he waited, the worse it would be
He cursed himself - what sort of hero was he?

When at last he oped his mouth, he found
That he was abandoned by his own tongue - the traitor!
And then he looked down as if to check whether
His belly really had turned yellow, betraying him further

This was too much, he must muster his pride
So he looked around to find a familiar face
And he did- one that seemed to encourage
And there was another - perhaps he could find his courage

Perhaps they wouldn't laugh
Perhaps they wouldn't judge
He was among friends here, and hey,
Since when did he care what anyone thought anyway?

And so he took in a great long breath
And said his piece, received his applause
He no longer remembers what it was that he said
Only his triumph at having overcome his dread

Note: Public speaking nightmares...(sigh)

Collateral Damage

As long as our heroes survive
Let the hoards perish
What do they matter?
They are simply collateral

No monuments shall be built for them
Nor any songs written in their praise
Just another number to be counted
Just another name to be forgotten

Mere pawns to be sacrificed
In this, our noble cause
They are expendable -
Extras in this real-life war movie


"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets." ~Voltaire

Surely, there's got to be a better way...






Sunday, December 14, 2014

No Regrets

A conversation with a friend got me thinking about whether I had any regrets in life...

Perhaps this is youth and inexperience speaking, but I believe that to have any regrets would mean to think that I wished something in my past had gone differently. Seeing as everything that has happened to me in the past has made me the person I am today, and, seeing as I'm not too unhappy about who I am (go ahead, call me a narcissist), I don't think I have any regrets.

Besides, of what use is regret when you cannot go and change the past? Quite a waste of valuable time in my opinion. And then, if you were the regretting type, you'd later spend more time regretting having wasted all this time regretting stuff than actually doing anything, and that could just become an infinite loop of regret. And, while that's fascinating, I don't think it would make for a great autobiography to be honest.

And if there was something I'd like to change, well it's never too late for that, now is it?

Also check out this very cool French song by Edith Piaf: Non, Je ne regrette rien



Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Destiny

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.” ― William Shakespeare

Destiny.

I don't much like the idea. After all, if everything is predetermined, what is even the point? I mean, why even bother?

Then again, if I didn't know that all was destined, I don't suppose I'd care either way. I imagine it's more the control that I crave. The illusion of freedom would do just as well.

Speaking of illusions, have you heard of the Experience Machine? Imagine if instead of some other entity programming your entire life, you could do it yourself. Think of the life you'd want to lead, pick up your bucket list, and program the machine to experience whatever you choose. And it'd feel real! You would have no way of distinguishing reality from the virtual experience.

The pinnacle of virtual reality, your entire life is practically a video game, or perhaps a movie would be a better analogy. And you wrote the script. It's the ultimate escape. Talk about control!

This idea eliminates risk and maximizes pleasure (for the hedonists out there). Of course, it also eliminates the possibility of surprises, and you never know...your actual life may have turned out to be better than fiction. Then again, it's probably unlikely that you were born on Krypton, or got accepted into Hogwarts. But remember, you will have no real impact on your surroundings (unless you consider that inaction, too, is an action and will have its own impact, but I don't think it could ever have any useful impact in any case)...you'd never change the world, or do anything that hasn't been done or thought of before.

So, which would you pick? Reality with all its uncertainties and repercussions, or a dream- a self-destined, virtual reality? If you choose the latter, what would your program be?

P.S. How do you know you're not in the machine right now? :)

And here's a quote from Gossip Girl: (I know... I'm full of surprises!):

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”