3. Destiny.

There are people who believe in destiny and who don’t. I reckon most of them belong to another category, who blame in to destiny when they fail and take all the credit in case of success. Hence, in case of failure, they believe in destiny and in case of success, they are totally against it.

I haven’t analysed yet for my self but I want destiny to play a vital role when it comes to me.

If anything fails, I want to blame it on me. The 2 advantages I see are – 1) I will feel responsible for my acts and 2) I will strive and achieve success in the next iteration. Both the advantages are intermingled though. The idea is to overcome the ‘give up’ attitude and achieve what I had planned to (which becomes what I am supposed to)

If I achieve success, I want destiny to take the credit. This will make me feel egoless. Also, in stead of going gaga over it, I will resume to strive harder towards another or a bigger goal in perspective.

Initiation of write this blog was my effort. If you like it, it’s my destiny and if you don’t I am responsible. Any which ways, I will continue writing without hesitation.

2. Fun.

in the quiets of wellington
under bright and shining sun
my thoughts take me on a ride
making me feel, life is fun

although, desire is to return
to the place where life begun,
nothing should stop me from livin
this moment, which'll neva come

may continue, if i feel like... :)

1. Existence.

I know, I exist. Is that all? What do I exist as? Does sound, pretty weird but that’s a passing thought I encounter many a times.

How do I define my existence? What is something which makes me feel, I exist?

Of course, there are umpteen ways but then why these ways keep on changing intermittently?

If I just sit back and think, I feel I am just a structure of flesh and bones with an in-built mechanism that keeps me up, awake, speaking, viewing, hearing, running, walking, feeling and ultimately sitting back and thinking.

Who has built this mechanism? Why is this mechanism such?

Do I simply think about me ‘thinking’? Do I simply feel about me ‘feeling’? Does my existence go away with death? What is something that exactly happens when I die? What actually dies? Who actually dies? If I die, then what is I?

Who is making me ask these questions? Is it I? If it is, then why does I have no answers about something that is I?

Ultimately, why do I need answers? Why do such thoughts arise? What / Who controls all this?

I don’t want to define my existence, I just want to define existence. I know, I am confused and this write up doesn’t make sense. Still, I feel like posting it.