A point is not an object. It has no weight, colour, nothing, no physical property. It has no dimension. It does not exist. But it has one property: its position. Although it does not exist, that does not hinder it from occupying a position in its plane. A point has no idea what it is. …
Musings
What am I doing here? Am I supposed to be here? Am I living, or just pushing myself through little 24-hour pieces of existence, stringing them in a chain and calling it seventeen years of life? Where are my hopes, my dreams, my happiness? Do I even know what I want from life? Yes, maybe …
Once upon a time
Once upon a time, there was Time. And an awful lot it was too. There was such an awful lot of Time, you could play cards, then watch TV, go hiking, sleep, drool, and you’d still have as much time as you started off with. It was an endless heap of stinkin’ Time. Then along …
Why Die Another Day?
What difference does it make whether I die now or forty years later? The final destination is the same. You see, actually, the thing is not that. The thing is, we live in a place that teaches you to fear death, just like it teaches you to fear anything unknown. It teaches you that while …
Losing the Point
I keep getting dragged back again and again, to the gaping, absolute brevity of this life. A fleeting moment. Transient as a shooting star. Wish before it fades. And so little time to spend here. I cannot feel secure and sedentary in this situation. It’s here now, gone tomorrow. And so all the little problems, …
One Life 