spent the past 24 hours bed-ridden, stomach flu or food poisoning, either way it got the better of me and i curled up in a ball and hoped it would pass. i was able to watch tv, and in these days we have infinite choices, but after a few hours of television it was enough, i turned it off and simply stared at a wall wishing to get better.
i thought of how long we live.

as we strive to lengthen our lives, searching for the holy grail, days like yesterday happen to me and i feel that the time we have on this earth is aplenty.

as i get older, i cannot imagine what infinity would be like and why anyone would want it. the bones in your back and knees start to deteriorate after a lifetime of use, our memory and mind, once so sharp and able to hold onto things forever start to fade. less significant, more of responsibility and a burden, old age does not come gracefully to all.

youth is wasted on the young.

a good video here about what we were working for is here:


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“In music, one does not make the end of the composition, the point of the composition.”
As kids, we are put into schools and encouraged to pass through all the levels of primary education with the best marks so he can get into a good high school. Once in high school, we should study hard and try to be, again, the best students so we can be accepted into a respectable college or university, with the goal of getting into a decent job after graduating. A successful person will work hard to get promoted and go up the corporate ladder, to finally achieve “success” in his 40s or 50s…
“Then when you wake up one day at about 40 years old you say “My God! I’ve arrived! I’m there”. And you don’t feel very different from what you always felt.”
The question is: does this end justify missing all the joy of the journey?

We missed the point. We were supposed to dance while the music was being played.

-Alan Watts


so it was happening all along, the time we had and were going through was it. the time before my stomach pain was the good ole days.