comfortably numb

Irony has a way of rubbing it in. Feeding on your fear and misfortune… irony has a way of being ironical. Its how good morning is an oxymoron. Tomorrow is another day.. just like today was another tomorrow. Nothing has changed.. most probably nothing will.

Stagnancy is the virus poisoning our potential. Stuck in the moment are we?

Do we need a disaster to shake us off this ‘redundant-reentrancy’ mode?

Snap out. Shake off. Laugh and the world laughs with you… cry and the world laughs louder. But, after a while you get bored… at least I do. Bored of this monotony, of the redundancy… how I wish I had the zen skill of filtering visual and aural information… in colloquial terms… ‘The block out’ effect. Focus is the key. Focus has not failed me.

Luck has. Man… do I feel like that kid Kenny from south park. I don’t even see the joke in that anymore.

At times like this… you have to learn to laugh at yourself. If you cant, then you are in big shit my brother. Humor is the perfect antidote. A little extra dose of wit never harmed anyone. At least again it never did harm me and frankly that’s all I care about now.

Ever sat and thought about what the future holds in store for you? Boy, the thought scares the crap out of me. What if things don’t turn out as planned. At the mercy of fate? Helpless again? Whatcha gonna do when karmas gonna come for you?

Scared…don’t be… Do good to others… listen to your professors, practice charity, attend discourses… or throw up your middle finger and just don’t give a fuck. Trudge along. Take things head on. A day will come when the courage of man fails… where he forsakes his friends and breaks all bonds of fellowship… a day of wolves and shattered shields. But it is not this day… this day WE FIGHT!!! ‘

Fight the good fight.

Hey… be a man.. do the right thing.

Make your choices and don’t let the choice make you. Live life on your own terms. Very cliché but I haven’t been able to comprehend its profundity as yet.