Doomsayer...

I think it's come to a point of time in our society today that all of us have to at least let go a little. Because if we don't, and I don't suppose I'm the first to think of this, we're inevitably going to head towards something really, really bad.

If you don't have anything, are completely destitute, that's understandable. You need to keep whatever you have in order to survive. But if you think you can't give up a little bit because you won't be able to afford the Benz and have to settle for the Volvo, or would have to give up skiing every twice a month, then I think one should reconsider.

I honestly doubt the majority of people are living hand-to-mouth at the moment (at least in the developed world), but I'm pretty sure everyone seems to think they are because of the crisis.

So it's a completely natural reaction to want to keep the wealth and not let go of it. We tend to be more selfish when times are difficult. So that's essentially the problem, because by hoarding the wealth we are denying those who need it. And when the others have no alternatives, they tend to turn to harder stuff. Crime will increase, civil unrest will occur.

It's already happening as we speak. We are already sliding down a slippery slope, and it's not a pretty picture at the end of the tunnel.

If we don't do something real...I dare not think about what might happen.

Relearning humility...

Reality has a twisted way of bringing you down to size, reducing you from lofty, ambitious dreamer to one who sulks in the recesses of his own self-contained mind. It isn't a very good feeling, and it's certainly one that you hope to get rid of soon enough.

It's like being on standby for the next flight after missing the one you thought you were supposed to be on. Anxiously brooding over whether there will be a vacant seat to take soon.

You fidget in the uncomfortable seat withhin the cold, faceless terminal building. What you feel can be described as being emotionally constipated. You hate having to be stuck in an environment that thousands of people pass through everyday but never remain longer than they have to in order to get to the next destination. It makes you feel left behind somehow.

The smug look of the passer-by heading off to their next sunny locale elicits an uneasy emotion of envy and ill will. "It's not their fault you're stuck where you are", you try to remind yourself.

The sooner you get on the next plane, the better. You crave for relief from the ennuity, and the simmering sense of general negativity underneath that threatens to encompass you if you don't get a move on.

Even if it might involve multiple stopovers to get to your final destination, hell even if it involves jumping out the plane midway to switch flights, you don't care!

There is only so much the human spirit can take, whether it might have been self-inflicted or by the circumstances that have befallen oneself.

I need a ticket. Fast.

Interesting thoughts...

"Great religions, like great ideas of mankind, came either to give moral support and hope when all else seemed lost, or they appeared when laxity or opulence seemeded to have eroded the most elementary rules of a community's ethical norms."

"Before the establishment of such a state of affairs, it is the extremist, the orthodox who holds the reigns, for in agitation, in revolution which stems from a religious cause, there cannot be be any moderation."

"The vast majority of Muslims per se are not basically trying to recreate an Islamic state in the sense in which it could have existed centuries ago; in fact, the desire is to create a state in which, because of religious precepts, they are given, to some extent, a voice in the affairs of the state."

"It was stressed that Islam did not recognize kings and monarchs, and that Islam had given the world a sense of the true essence of the democratic principles.

- Farooq Hassan

Writing to clear the mind...

I wanted to write a poem,
But the verses wouldn't rhyme.

I wanted to write a story,
But know I'd end up feeling sorry.

I wanted to write a play,
But couldn't figure out what to say.

I wanted to write an essay,
But my thoughts got very messy.

I wanted to write a song,
But all the lyrics came out wrong.

So I wanted to write you a letter,
But thought I'd save it for someone better.

And I ended up writing nothing,
Except for this lousy proseless thing.

Yet somehow I didn't want to throw it all down the rubbish bin.
Because it captured all the feelings I've been keeping deep within.

If you have to do something, do it well!

Everybody needs some fire in the belly.
But not too much, else you'd need to take some antacids...

Amazing!

The Food Cart Song

Genius!

Hope is cheap, change is costly...

We seek peace while waging war,
Live today at expense of tomorrow.
Help the weak to show we're strong,
Search for happiness in people's sorrow.

We live in a worldful of contradictions,
Softened hearts with hardened nerves.
Lofty promises without conviction,
In guise it is for those they serve.

Thus humanity's saving grace,
Will not be in our politician's hands.
It's coming together face to face,
To leave collective footprints in the sand.

The lost wisdom of our forefathers,
We so dearly need relearn,
We know so little of each other,
Yet it's such knowledge that we yearn.

Hence us - the ascending generation,
Who have iPods, Facebook and Twitter,
Need to ask ourselves a question,
Should we let dear Mother Earth wither?