Meandering whims of a curious mind

Failure Sucks!

We all fail. That’s a universal truth.

And with failure comes …

The natural consequence of that unceremonious fall from grace …

Into the damn pit of an emotional hellhole, otherwise known as reflection.

Reflection aka Denial\Self-Pity\Waste of Time (If its done too much)
Oftentimes I wonder what would have happened if I had made certain choices … handled life-changing decisions with a little more wisdom and patience. Would I be successful in my career, in stature, in love … in life? Perhaps if I had been more diligent in my pursuit of my long-term goals rather than splurging on short-term gratification, I’d be sailing a far more smoother (and desirable) route. Where I’d be meditating on my next worldly travel endeavor; flanked by my mum, dad and even perhaps a family of my own.

Rather than contemplating the rocky paths which I now traverse.

I guess we all do. It is foolish admittedly to escape to far recesses of the human mind and drum such perfect worlds of "what could have been". To daydream of such grandiose if not whimsical illusions of life that should have, could have and would have. I’m always prone to such wasteful habits … and with each retrospection, I always come crashing back to the hard concrete of reality whence its time to deal with current problems at hand.

Nuff’ said … it’s DUMB. Life starts now … not in the past … not later. It’s so easy to forget that.
(Perhaps I ought to get a tattoo for that. Stick it on my head or something)

The decisions we make affects the paths we take and destinations we reach.

So simple yet so friggin hard …

I guess the human mind, while blessed with intelligence is similarly cursed with a gracious amount of idiocy.

What pray tell, would my future bring? A crystal ball, an almanac, a magic mirror or whatever other gobbledy-gook of mysticism that could foretell my existence and purpose in this adventure we call life … an terribly exciting tool, I’m sure (if it exists) … though I’m certain it would only lead to a far more worse conclusion (or demise) I’m sure. I can’t even begin to fathom consequences of knowing the future … Heck, I’ll probably just get so bored after awhile that I’d soonest be driven insane with worry\greed or whatnot human frailties..

All in all, despite the daily grouses that plague me (and everyone else in the world), facing up to the cards that life has dealt would be the only avenue. To cower and hide, feign ignorance or even lash back with ferocity, chanting death cries to life’s unyielding nature … would only be pure folly. And yes, even daydreaming (which I am doing at the moment… hah).

It gets me nowhere but it is what makes me what I am … human, with all its fallibilities.

I should slap myself silly for entertaining such derelict thoughts. Hmmpf, I guess I’m just being grumpy …

Which reminds me …

Making the best of we have
I was watching this documentary yesterday … profiling the life and times of 25 (I think) children as they grew up … their changing attitudes, learning ability, role of parenting … as these children grew up to adults. I found it especially intriguing with its proposal to actually chronicle such a large expanse of time … naturally the cute factor (i.e. little kids) played a huge role in its watch-ability (if there is such a word) as well.

In this episode, what struck me was a single parent … with deformed hands and feet … actually they seemed more like stumps rather than any form of appendages whatsoever. She can’t even hold her child.  (No ankles, knees, elbows nor wrists) Quite sad really. But here’s the awe-inspiring part … she does so well in parenting her little one. Her little one was\is only 2 years of age … already walking and able to throw huge tantrums (as per normal :p) … and yet she still manages to discipline her child to be proper and well-mannered.

And since she has little use in terms of hands and feet, she simply uses encouraging\positive words as her means of educating her child. There is not so much of control but rather allowing the child to understand his actions and then choosing the right path.

At the age of 2 the little one can cross the road without holding an adults hand! Amazing indeed, but not as amazing as the wonderful job that his mother had done … that is empowering him to make responsible and right decisions at such a tender age.

So the point being?
Making the best of what we have … always. So come rain or shine, its always ALWAYS good to reiterate that life is only as good as one makes it out to be.

If I feel its shit, then I’ll simply get more of that foul stuff (inclusive of vomit). If life is great, then it’ll always be great. Seems very much like denial but its not even close … rather face up to reality, accept ones fate and move on …

Nay! Not only move one but even more so to …

Adapt and evolve
(Ironically a quote from the movie “Collateral” which is about contract killing … heh, even in tragedy there’s something to learn :p)

PS: Of particular note to a friend of mine (You know who you are) … stop that all that thinking shit, get back into reality and live your friggin life … the past is gone, the future is later and the present is now … so go freakin live it!

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