Boundless Opportunities: February 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The First Time I Saw You

I just composed it in less than 2 mins, while i was in grade 7 or 8..Its funny because some rules of poetry are broken...but its a nice try! :D
The first time I saw you,
I was hypnotized by your very site,
Your eyes were the only thing i could see of.
There was no earth, just you and me
And how your lingering gaze mesmerized me,
For the rest of my life.

You were the dream, I dreamt of.
You were the thought, I thought of.
And I could only thank God,
For making a lovely creature like you.

The innocence in your eyes
made my heart beat thump faster.
The smile on your face
made me knew how much you needed me.
And the butterflies on my stomach
Let me knew how much i wanted you.

The first time I saw you,
I knew you were made for me and only me.
The first time I saw you,
I knew together we could be so free,
The first time I saw you,
I knew that we could be the perfect two.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

"The Myth of Sisyphus": Albert Camus

Look, so, nothing matters, right? Its weird. We all want to know how the universe ultimately works or who's running the show or whatever, and it turns out - TRICK. NONSENSE. QUESTION. No one's running the show, and the world is unreasonable. Ever had some thing happen to you that made you feel, "Why the hell did that happen? There's no reason for that." Turns out, you were right.There actually will be no reason at all. Therefore our attempts to impose reason on the world will fail. Death and taxes, my friend. Death and taxes, no one can escape that.

So what are we supposed to do? What is the point? Should we just end it if nothing matters? Camus says no, that is not the correct way out. Instead, we should embrace the fact that nothing makes sense. Don Juan, that started it all, he embraced the absurd. Life has no meaning, so he fucked everything. He didn't try to impose meaning or find meaning or make his own meaning - that thing is useless, and Camus says there's no hope for that, so cut it the hell out.

Sisyphus, the same thing. Sisyphus was punished because he chained death up so that human beings could live forever, he didn't care about what the gods said about fate. He was like, "I do what I want." When that didn't work, the god as a punishment told him he had to roll a boulder up a hill again and again, forever. Sounds like hell, right? So why is Sisyphus so goddamned pleased with himself? Because everyone of us is rolling boulders up hills, and every time the boulder rolls back down, we're all like "Dude, what the hell?! I spent all day rolling that boulder, and it falls back, leading me to do the work again.DAMN." But Sisyphus knows it doesn't matter. He sees it coming. The god keep on telling him, "What you're doing is meaningless." Once he knew that, he could let go and just be content. Because there is never anything to do except roll boulders. Your options are get pissed when they roll back down, or chill out and not let it bother you. Be content. If you have to do something, you might as well accept it and do it as well as you can. Being naggy just makes you more miserable.

So, to embrace the absurd, you have to acknowledge that life is absurd and live it anyway. Not because you hope you're wrong, but because you know you're right, but living is more fun than not.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012