All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds

Some might consider it sad to live by what Voltaire described (or more like ridiculed) as being a fallacy. But when your life acquires a faster pace than Candide, you have no choice but to embrace optimism, not because this is the best of all possible worlds, but simply because you do not have the time to dwell on losses. What's more, when one door closes, another opens and every option presents advantages and disadvantages that are not always comparable. So why bother? I often find myself unconsciously repeating this mantra to myself. All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds. Because life is made up of too many losses to dwell on them (unless your losses include a butt cheek, almost getting burned alive and being sold into slavery... can't really see the bright side of that).

Life is not about taking the easy way out

Un organ mic si prost

Si totusi mi-e frica. Am toata viata inaintea mea, dar ma gandesc la toti cei pe care i-am pierdut. Oameni la care tin mult. Oameni la care tin cu disperare. Oameni la care ma gandesc dupa ani fara vesti si fara contact. Si mi se strange inima la gandul ca poate pentru ei eu nu mai exist. Mi-e frica si mi-e dor. Dar taci inima mica. Organ nesuferit si prost. Visele sunt mai presus de sentimente. Ce rost sa traiesc in trecut? Ei nu au nevoie de mine. Si nici eu nu am nevoie de ei. Dar atunci de ce mi se strange inima cand ma gandesc la ei? Taci organ mic si prost.

Un cumulo nimbus plange fulgi de zapada cand e prea frig

In fiecare an, perioada asta imi evoca nostalgie si speranta.

Nostalgia inocentei pierdute si a anilor care m-au lasat ca amantii nepasatori care nu privesc niciodata in urma. Care iti iau tot ce ai mai pur de dat si te lasa doar cu cinismul idealistului deziluzionat si poate cu o durere de spate si de genunchi.

Speranta unei epifani care imi va dovedi ca totul are un sens, ca exista o logica chiar prefabricata de imaginatia unui copil in delir care il vede pe Dumnezeu chiar daca nu crede in El.

Vreau sa visez si sa zbor pe aripile vantului. Vreau sa ma intoxic cu nebunia vietii. Vreau sa fiu vrajita de puritatea luminii. Vreau sa-mi simt inima care mi se opreste in gat. Vreau sa gust catifeaua care mi se topeste in gura. Intr-un final, vreau sa ma intorc in timp si sa ma intoxic din nou cu arome de pe alte taramuri.

Iar daca planurile vor fi sa se destrame precum le cere natura lor capricioasa, atunci vreau sa ma pierd in infinit cu un zambet pe fata. Daca e sa dau fail, macar sa fie un epic fail!

Quote of the month

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

Albert Einstein

Greek comedy/tragedy

I knew that politicians were idiots who only tried to save their own asses, but the Greeks are redefining the concept of idiocy and bringing it to a whole new level.

So last week, the EU decided to cut half of Greece's debt and also to award it with the second half of its loan (in exchange for more austerity measures and more EU meddling in Greek business of course). All this in a desperate effort to avoid the entire Eurozone project from blowing up into their faces. And what does the Greek prime minister decide on Monday? That he is going to hold a referendum to see if the population agrees with these measures... From a democratic standpoint, cheers to him! From a political, economical, stability point of view, he's a freakin' moron! Referendums take time to be approved, to be organized and to be held, and then to be analyzed. The Greeks don't have time! And now the Germans might back out on the deal.

Soooo shall we say we are back to square one?

All that pain gone down the drain (and to begin with, the solution was a crappy one which only brought temporary relief, but a crappy solution is better than no solution). All because one idiot wanted to shift the blame from his back to someone else. What a f*****g moron!


Oh and this is entirely unrelated (well it's still about Grece), but I laughed very hard when I saw this:











America produced Steve Jobs.
Greece produced No Jobs.

I know, I know, it's very insensitive on both sides, but I couldn't help myself.

I can has cheeseburger now?

You sometimes get to a point in your life when you start to reevaluate your priorities. Because when you're constantly tired and constantly rushing to get things done, there's obviously a lack of efficiency somewhere. And today I have come to the conclusion that I'm doing it all wrong. What exactly? No clue. But when you love what you're learning and it interests you and you're all fired up about it but no output is coming you have to come to one of two conclusions: 1) maybe you're not as good as you thought you were and what you thought was intelligence well maybe it's just arrogance; or 2) you're incapable of conveying that fire and those smarts to the outside world (which in a sens is worse than being an idiot). Either way, I'm doing something wrong here.

After months of stalling, I finally started reading The seven habits of highly effective people and though I'm not very far into it, there was something that caught my attention. At one point, the author is talking about the tale of the goose that lays golden eggs and how, in order to keep enjoying the eggs, you need to care equally about the goose as well as the eggs. Kind of like farmers in Malawi who keep sowing their land year after year after year because they never have enough to eat and eventually the soil becomes so depleted in nutrients that production starts decreasing every year more and more and they just become more and more poor. They need to eventually get fertilizer in order to enrich their land (aka take care of the goose) in order for their crops to become sufficient. Anyway, leaving aside the metaphors, it is true that I have been neglecting my goose these past few years. You push yourself to the edge in order to get everything done and afterward you are too blasé and too tired to keep going so you need to take some time off. But the time off then causes you to fall behind in everything else so you need to again push yourself and etc. and etc. and etc. Spinning cycle that never ends. And what does that leave me with? A fucked up back, quite unattractive dark circles under my eyes, those extra pounds which will never go away if I never eat properly and no applicable knowledge that would show that I actually didn't waste my time in school. So shall we say loss-loss?

In the end the point is that something needs to change. I think that after a year dedicated to self-discovery and selfishness (I was selfish that's for sure... how much did I discover? Well, not a total waste of time, but I still have a long way to go), the next one should be dedicated to proper habits. After all, Aristotle did say that we are what we repeatedly do.

Problem is that all I want to do right now is watch last night's Fringe episode. I can has cheeseburger now?