Motivation

At current I sit motivated in bed, a basketball in my grasps, music immersed in my bedroom. This is where I imagine. Where my plans are made.
I try to motivate myself to take action... Over a few days of maintaining a fitness routine I give up. I hear you have to work hard to achieve something in life. I have lost the drive ...

Why

Why do I do this, why the effort? I thought putting by putting out this material someone would benefit. Judging by the amount of pageviews this receives the desired effect has not been fulfilled. For the time being I hope someone reads this... I hope it's worth someone's time.

Dream-Time

What is time... Really? We progress through the warp of time day to day. This blog is inspired by the film inception. Dreams can manipulate time.

Dreams take up minor fragments of fine in the real world. Hours in dreams translate to minutes in the physical world. If time is the most valuable thing , dreams can extend this... We can experience and accomplish so much more in specific amount of time in a dream than in the same duration in the physical world. Therefore shouldn't we able to do more with our lives?

Can dreams be manipulated, controlled? A vital contributing factor against this is how memories cease to exist in dreams. Is it possible to have complete control of circumstances without any knowledge of any previous occurrences. Is living in the present what its hyped up to be? Can we function if in a setting of we don't know how we got there? If we form layers in dreams by dreaming in a dream we could extend time to an even further extent. We could go deeper to ridicules proportions, which could result in sever consequences. We could lose our grasp on reality, ageing and life itself.

Going deeper on this thought leads us to question the very basis of what we perceive time to be. It is the fabric intertwined with light which defines the way we perceive the world. But if it can be manipulated... What is it actually. Are we in a dream. Are the people around us just figments of our subconscious. Is the world populated by our imagination? Am I the only person really alive? Is my "reality" my dream? Who is actually reading this blog? But how could that be possible if the very thing we live for is our memories we cherish for ever? Memories exist... But they don't in dreams. If they did we would have no way of knowing...

On our quest for knowledge we call life all we can do is make the most of it. And create memories that will last forever. As our bank of knowledge expands rapidly, maybe one day we will discover who and what we really are.

Pride

I write this with a dim outlook. Withholding a dint in my armor... A loss of Pride. This brought about by hearing the opinions from those who's opinions I value, consider, use. When these go against the very thing I pride myself on, the things I consider separates me from the rest, the unique quality I poses. When this is considered by my friends and teachers to be false it feels devastating. In this instance the subject matter is my writing abilities. In other cases similar occurrences took place about matters such as my cricket skills, what i somewhat arrogantly deemed my Table Tennis prowess. Still this caused great disappointment and lack of self esteem.

 As all this is coming from the same people the simple answer would be too distance myself from the"haters". But in this particular case its not so easy. My friends are the only people who will put up with me and it is a tremendously difficult task to find anyone else willing to do the same. As for the case of my teachers... I have no control over... To achieve any kind of success in what I want to do in life must impress them first.

I keep telling myself to rise above all that, take pride in my opinion. The problem is the higher my pride goes, the further it can fall down.

Music

I write this from the comforts of my bed. My head controlled within the grasps of my headphones. It seems the norm... Every occurrence in my life is accompanied with a soundtrack implanted in my mind. It acts as guidance, motivation etc. Therefor as a result my life seems unimaginable without music, it has grown on me. Throughout the earlier years of my life I was sheltered from music. It was made out to be a bad thing by my mum. She gave me the idea that all music was directed at partying alcoholic drug addicts. My life lacked purpose. Music exposed me to the world....

Ambition

Ambition

As I am currently limited to the capability of apple's "Notes" app which is limited to the capabilities of their "Genius" brains.  Which is confined to the the capabilities of our education system. Which is confined to the capabilities of pre acquired knowledge. Therefor if someone breaks this mold... Acquires previously unknown information it can make a substantial difference. 

This comes to my point that personally as a human being unless I do this, perform an act of any kind that has never been done before, or if I am able to introduce something new into this world. I would have succeeded as a human being. In my view I have to poses a unique attribute that brings something to this world. That no one else has previously done. I want to add to pre existing knowledge. Not use it.

But whether I have failed or succeeded my life depends on this task. I do not intend this to be a universal rule to follow... This is just my goal in life. I maintain that whether a task has resulted in success or failure is pre determined by the goals you have set yourself to accomplish. Not by what is set by others. 

I have no view that my goal in life is the "correct" or "right" one. It depends on realizing self potential and fulfilling it. Things should be assessed on their potential not its placement in the majority.

The Contents of my Head

The Contents of my Head

I write this blog for the sake of it's existence. To share my personal thoughts with this world in hope more than expectation that it could contribute to the quality of someone's day. By that I intend to say that I hope my thoughts can be related to by someone else in this universe. In my experiences in life I see that's what people want. And I think I need that... For a sense of normality, that I'm not the only one who goes through what I do, the way I deal with things is how others would. In minor cases people find that quite humorous. At the fact we all follow the same endeavors for acceptability. So we don't feel lonely...