Slaves of fate.

Somethings never makes sense, however hard you try.

When you think about it, people are so complicated – or is it our mindset – we never get to know the things the way it is. Life just flows, and we will sail throw it, or will be taken along with it. We will laugh at the little things, cry at the little things too. Then we curse the fate and tell it’s some larger entity’s trickery that we have to suffer all these. No body likes to take the blames!

Do you really think everything that happens is for good? Not really…! Then you are accepting the fact that you are not  a fighter or are failed to not even try.

There are people who does sacrifices then there are people who just succumbs to the fate – or karma; what ever bullshit they say that is; then whine the days in and out.

Will soon write something about, in these line… Too intoxicated to wrap the things in a nice package now. Till then adios.

Really valid thoughts, right?

We are all running… Running too fast.
But to where?
Nobody knows! Wired, isn’t it?

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Broadside

This recent think-piece in The New York Times argues that we have:

At home, families sit together, texting and reading e-mail. At work executives text during board meetings. We text (and shop and go on Facebook) during classes and when we’re on dates…

We’ve become accustomed to a new way of being “alone together.” Technology-enabled, we are able to be with one another, and also elsewhere, connected to wherever we want to be. We want to customize our lives. We want to move in and out of where we are because the thing we value most is control over where we focus our attention. We have gotten used to the idea of being in a tribe of one, loyal to our own party.

One of the rituals my husband and I enjoy is my driving him to the commuter train station in the morning. It’s only about 10 minutes door…

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