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Hmm…!

Posted: October 10, 2012 in Uncategorized
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So I’m not too impressed with people flaunting their religious beliefs in public, but (Ya having said that, I’m about to do it myself) I came across this Bible quote which got me thinking “Hmm…”

“Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.” Psalm 127:1

And what I thought when I read that was “Hmm..”

Seemed to me that it was like a reminder to remind me of something that I sometimes forget. That everything, good and bad, happens for a reason. That everything, small or big, happens for a reason. And that when all these things happen – the good, the bad, the small and the big – they happen with purpose.

We are broken for the purpose of being moulded into who we were meant to be and are. Bad things happen. But good things happen too. And whatever happens, at the end of the day they are not things that will kill us. And if they do, being dead, it’s not going to matter anyway. Life will go on.Choices. There is always a choice.

It’s as simple as that. The power to choose the consequences that craft your life as you see it, is in the decisions you choose to make.

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*Thank you to a certain someone who reminded me that it made me feel good to do this. I shall do it more often.

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They say that before you take your last breath, your whole life flashes before your eyes. It’s true; I see mine now, moments, fragments of memory, flashing across my already blurring vision in bursts of light. The pond, the butterflies that used to flit around in mad fervor, leaving home, discovering life, the crazy orgies, seeing Dilly for the first time, the duet. Everything had changed after that, and I feel now in my slowing heart the way my heartbeat raised the very first time I lay eyes on her.

The day had been invitingly warm, and the guys were all hanging around the local pub, waiting to get laid. Tonight was going to be a good night. The atmosphere was practically screaming that something out of this world was going to happen. And it did. We heard her before we saw her. And before we knew it she was in our midst. A vision. Of innocence, of new-found lust. Her chest heaving, her eyes darting, till they met mine. It was her first time. I knew it the moment our eyes connected. A most thrilling thing, this meeting of eyes; this meeting of lives, this exchange of souls, this understanding. I knew it was her first time and I knew she was mine.

The duet. The age-old mating ritual. The synchronization of sounds of lust. They say that men of science have after years of research discovered a pattern in these sounds, this synchronization of sound that is the epitome of the mating ritual. But no one had the pleasure of scrutinizing the music we made that night, the magic, and the fervor, locked away in memory to be recounted before one’s last breath as a moment in time that mattered.

Death. My body spasmed and my head involuntarily fell to my right. Bodies, countless, unmoving, all around me. Females and children. Soon I too would be just another body. But I know I didn’t deserve this death. And maybe they didn’t too. They had merely done what they had to do, risk death to keep our kind alive. Now, dead, maybe they have second thoughts about putting kind over self.

I just wanted to see Dilly. Lying there in the midst of countless hot-blooded females, I knew I had wavered; I had forgotten what my life was all about, and it was taken from me. Dilly.

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*Dedicated to all the mosquitoes I zapped to death while at the PC.

 

Interesting mosquito fact: Males form large swarms and females fly into the swarms to mate. When a mosquito tracks down the whine of the opposite sex, it begins to synchronize its own pitch to fit that of the potential mate.

Note of warning to male mosquitoes: An average human has not the ability to see that you’ve got the balls to lay off blood unlike your female-counterparts, so unless you want to end up dead, do not go looking for your girlfriend on a ladies night out drinking.

Life is suffering! And I didn’t have to torture myself by starving myself to death nor sit around in forests to figure it out! Life IS indeed a vicious cycle of suffering to escape illness, and prolong old age and death. Meanwhile you fall in love, get married, have kids and according to most people who’ve been there and done that, it’s not a bed of roses. Suddenly I feel like one of those little mice put on a treadmill, a tired little mouse to be precise.

Really, it doesn’t get any better does it? You get through school to be free of studies and just earn money and be free, and then comes the degree. Ok so university is fun but there’s more studying. Then you get married to your job before getting married to a person. It’s tiring and the treadmill never stops. Then, according to the people who’ve been there and done it, being married isn’t the most awesome thing that it’s advertised to be. Loving the imperfect person perfectly is tough tough tough and so is bringing up a new little human. You can no longer sleep. And from what I’ve seen during my short life in this big bad world, the word fidelity falls in the list of things extinct in the world today. *Gasp!* Forgive me for being paranoid now but really, how can you ever trust anyone?  “He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.” It’s just you against the world baby, and things are almost never what they appear to be. You can never fully know what’s going on in the mind of another human being, unless of course you plug him onto some high-tech equipment that can.

Conclusion? We are mice! Yep, mice. On treadmills. Running running and running running, and running running and running running.

And while you run, dwell on this:

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.” – Lord Buddha