Packaging Dreams- the book that I essentially call Work-in-Progress.
Maybe I will finish it. Someday.
Bloise, France
Saturday
We have shunned express highways for state highways, windy one lane roads that promise stretches of pristine verdure and placid canals, sheep and herds of the like grazing naively oblivious to the speeding cars, and little cottages with smoke billowing out of the chimney, making my stomach growl with hunger as my mind conjures up images of crepes and broths. Our destination is Amboise. An hour or so from Bloise. The map is our aid, Samarth our messiah, and me -just the usual driver. Smriti offers a cookie which I graciously accept; Ankur offers driving advice, which I petulantly ignore.
After some polemical crossings and turns we finally arrive in Amboise. It is the city that houses Clos Luce Manor, where Leonardo Da Vinci lived in his final days.
The city is small even by my standards ( people call me a midget sometimes) yet its abuzz with activity. The ‘Amboise on ice’ skating rink is a blur of colour and music. The cafes spill out on the road, people sit outside enjoying the overcast skies. As we make out way down the winding cobbled path in search for the Manor, the town strikes me as surreal, something straight out of a song in which a princess finds her prince, and they live happily in the their Chateau and take leisurely strolls in the town, stop in a Chocolaterie and indulge in some Rum flavored delicacies.
We manage to find out way to the Clos Luc Manor with some difficulty, the landscape comprises of wet grass, tall trees, swings, and replicas of Lenoardo Da Vincis inventions. There are radical water pumps, tanks, boats among other things, we let loose like children and prance around from one attraction to the other, climbing onto makeshift bridges, exploring contraptions with a curiosity that would have humbled George. The Manor is up ahead, we buy tickets and move on inside to get a glimpse of Da Vincis home. There are more models of his inventions constructed by IBM. There is the tank, the paddle boat and the swing bridge. So ingenuously designed. It is really awe-inspiring to be a part of this experience, to actually be at the very place where the man who painted the ever famous ‘La Gioconda’ breathed his last breath. History is made every minute, as I step down the stairs, observing the Manor, what it offers, the models, the rooms, I realize, with every new person who steps in, the history of the manor changes, the history of that individual changes.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tempest Talk
This force inside of me
Doesn’t let me be
It’s a tempest this one,
Still it sets me free...
It’s a furious storm today,
Igniting thoughts away,
It’s a constant drizzle perhaps,
Engendering words so grey...
It’s a vortex this storm,
It’s a force so wild,
It inspires, it propels
This force inside...
Doesn’t let me be
It’s a tempest this one,
Still it sets me free...
It’s a furious storm today,
Igniting thoughts away,
It’s a constant drizzle perhaps,
Engendering words so grey...
It’s a vortex this storm,
It’s a force so wild,
It inspires, it propels
This force inside...
Monday, February 8, 2010
Attempt at Haiku
Riding in the metro
We are like strangers
As winter fades
.........................
Contributions by KOTa
riding the wind
we are dreaming
the spring is here?
walking through the night
strangers become friends
shimmer of the summer awaits
the night is running out
we are worlds apart
autumn of our lives
We are like strangers
As winter fades
.........................
Contributions by KOTa
riding the wind
we are dreaming
the spring is here?
walking through the night
strangers become friends
shimmer of the summer awaits
the night is running out
we are worlds apart
autumn of our lives
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Letting Go..
I will start this brief account on philosophy in the usual fashion which is much appreciated by the masses-a list. I love lists really-they are concise and spaced out and if I’m lucky-entertaining. Ergo, the fervor for lists. I love making them, reading them, and putting them up on walls.
10 things I’ve lost in Madrid or should I say..In Madrid..I’ve lost:
1. One earring belonging to a pair; bought after much speculation as to price and quality at GKI-M block Market in New Delhi.
2. The will to iron clothes. I like the dwindling supply of clothes in my closet
3. The inertia that prevented me from cooking meals.
4. The ability to finish books in a day. When you have Organizational Theory readings to devour, who’d like to read fiction anyway? (For the uninitiated: We do not like OT readings and yes this is my feeble attempt at sarcasm; if it is a bit much, please hold thy breath as my pristine philosophy follows soon after)
5. 20 Euros in a club. I believe it was for a good cause. Some poor soul must have been bestowed with 2 more hours of inebriation courtesy my absentminded generosity.
6. My way to the airport. The circular line is just that: CIRCULAR.
7. One earring belonging to pair#2.; bought without any speculation as to price and quality at the famous Janpath (literally: Road of the Masses) Market in New Delhi
8. A couple of kilograms. But this was after I’d gained some. So it’s okay right?
9. All semblance of sanity on weekends. ☺
10. My way to Noviciado.Getting on to the train going in the wrong direction and not realising it till it ends up in the outskirts of the city-Not very promising. Even less promising when you realise there were actually 3 of you and none of you noticed the drastically changing landscape. Ah, but more of that later…
Engrossing as it was to come up with this list, the intent for writing this was in reality to broach issues of change and adaptation or to put it more colloquially-letting go. I have always faced inertia as the bouncer outside the club that greets you when you are dressed all wrong. It sneers, and declares that it won’t let you pass, such is Inertia and its power. It just doesn’t want to let you pass through the gates into something new and exciting, even when you are all ready to go.
So what do you do? Well, I for one,plan to visit that club oh so often, that the bouncer has to let up and let me through.
Lets it hear for change, lets hear it for something new..!
10 things I’ve lost in Madrid or should I say..In Madrid..I’ve lost:
1. One earring belonging to a pair; bought after much speculation as to price and quality at GKI-M block Market in New Delhi.
2. The will to iron clothes. I like the dwindling supply of clothes in my closet
3. The inertia that prevented me from cooking meals.
4. The ability to finish books in a day. When you have Organizational Theory readings to devour, who’d like to read fiction anyway? (For the uninitiated: We do not like OT readings and yes this is my feeble attempt at sarcasm; if it is a bit much, please hold thy breath as my pristine philosophy follows soon after)
5. 20 Euros in a club. I believe it was for a good cause. Some poor soul must have been bestowed with 2 more hours of inebriation courtesy my absentminded generosity.
6. My way to the airport. The circular line is just that: CIRCULAR.
7. One earring belonging to pair#2.; bought without any speculation as to price and quality at the famous Janpath (literally: Road of the Masses) Market in New Delhi
8. A couple of kilograms. But this was after I’d gained some. So it’s okay right?
9. All semblance of sanity on weekends. ☺
10. My way to Noviciado.Getting on to the train going in the wrong direction and not realising it till it ends up in the outskirts of the city-Not very promising. Even less promising when you realise there were actually 3 of you and none of you noticed the drastically changing landscape. Ah, but more of that later…
Engrossing as it was to come up with this list, the intent for writing this was in reality to broach issues of change and adaptation or to put it more colloquially-letting go. I have always faced inertia as the bouncer outside the club that greets you when you are dressed all wrong. It sneers, and declares that it won’t let you pass, such is Inertia and its power. It just doesn’t want to let you pass through the gates into something new and exciting, even when you are all ready to go.
So what do you do? Well, I for one,plan to visit that club oh so often, that the bouncer has to let up and let me through.
Lets it hear for change, lets hear it for something new..!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I would never date...
1. Someone who wears skinny Jeans: These are gods gift to WOMEN, not men. I can’t be with a guy who has the same jeans as me.
2. Someone who pays more attention to his hair than me: Tresses are important but hair narcissism is something I cannot condone.
3. Someone whose vocabulary comprises only “cool” and “rocking”:Kindergarten got over 2 decades ago.
4. Someone who has more shoes than me: The concept of Metrosexual man may be endearing in magazines but when it comes to shoes-I’d like to boast of a bigger collection please.
5. Someone who believes that empty roads are Gods way of telling him to drive at 200 kmph :I agree testosterone makes men trigger-happy** but I am not risking my life for a dim-witted display of bravado.
6. Someone who behaves like a Page-3 socialite when in reality he owns a grocery store :If you can’t respect your life I can’t respect you. Capisce?
7. Someone who is fussy about food: I have known guys to eat anything and everything. I’d like to hold that thought please.
8. Someone whose life revolves around alcohol: There are better elixirs in life. Period.
9. Someone who wears jewellery: Shallow as it may be, if the guy wears more jewellery than me, I think I will probably get confused and think he is me.
10. Someone who thinks that dating a woman is like wielding a high tech gadget: Have you heard of Women’s Liberation my love? If you want a show dog, I know some nice pet-shops.
**- I owe the usage of this word to Mrinal “trigger-happy” Yadava. Gracias ☺
2. Someone who pays more attention to his hair than me: Tresses are important but hair narcissism is something I cannot condone.
3. Someone whose vocabulary comprises only “cool” and “rocking”:Kindergarten got over 2 decades ago.
4. Someone who has more shoes than me: The concept of Metrosexual man may be endearing in magazines but when it comes to shoes-I’d like to boast of a bigger collection please.
5. Someone who believes that empty roads are Gods way of telling him to drive at 200 kmph :I agree testosterone makes men trigger-happy** but I am not risking my life for a dim-witted display of bravado.
6. Someone who behaves like a Page-3 socialite when in reality he owns a grocery store :If you can’t respect your life I can’t respect you. Capisce?
7. Someone who is fussy about food: I have known guys to eat anything and everything. I’d like to hold that thought please.
8. Someone whose life revolves around alcohol: There are better elixirs in life. Period.
9. Someone who wears jewellery: Shallow as it may be, if the guy wears more jewellery than me, I think I will probably get confused and think he is me.
10. Someone who thinks that dating a woman is like wielding a high tech gadget: Have you heard of Women’s Liberation my love? If you want a show dog, I know some nice pet-shops.
**- I owe the usage of this word to Mrinal “trigger-happy” Yadava. Gracias ☺
Monday, December 28, 2009
Travel Travails
Madrid
Whoever said that traveling is always fun, enlightening and brimming with heart-warming experiences clearly didn’t travel in Europe during Christmas break. The world becomes a different place altogether during this inferno of Santa and Snow. It’s not that Narnia of magic and smooth transitions but a vortex of delays, missed flights and flight diversions.
So, having finished my final submissions for the semester and having bid happy holidays to all my friends in Madrid I set off for Barajas Airport in Madrid amidst fresh snowfall. Of course, at that time my naïveté, had me thinking of how beautiful everything looked and not of impending delays.
So even when I saw serpentine queues at the KLM check in counter at the airport and the sign “Delayed” flash next to my flight to Amsterdam, I still thought everything would come around. But after having stood in the queue for more an hour, my enthusiasm started to dwindle akin to the effects of Prozac on a patient ,and I didn’t feel so optimistic anymore. I grabbed a croissant and started the mile long walk towards the boarding gate-what surprised me was that even though the flight status said delayed and the check-in lady affirmed to bad weather conditions, why were we still required to board.
I was one of the last few people to enter the aircraft-and how I hate this, on two counts. Firstly, I never get space for my carry on baggage if I enter late. Secondly, since people have nothing better to do like read, sleep etc, they all stare at the late arrival like he/she is an actor in a low budget drama. Thousand staring eyes spells unnerved me like no other. But even though this logic had me anticipating the worst I was able to rest my bags comfortably in a semi-empty overhead compartment with the help of a generous gentleman and I don’t particularly remember anyone’s piercing gaze.
Then long wait in the aircraft began-the snow had to be cleared, the weather had to ameliorate, and the planets had to align. When did that happen, I don’t exactly remember, because I was fast asleep.
Amsterdam.
The aircraft circles the snow covered land mass, which contrasts sharply with the blue of the seas. As the plane lands in Amsterdam in the morning, I am craving a hot breakfast, which I finally have to take to- go from Burger King due to paucity of time. The boarding announcement for the flight to New Delhi flashes every five minutes, prompting me to walk faster and not indulge in duty-free shopping. I reach the boarding gates and have a sigh of relief only to wait there for another hour - squatting on the floor on my jacket.
New Delhi
Flight is an hour delayed ofcourse, and the immigration queue I end up in is crawling, I am not complaining though. I am home and loving it.
So the weather conditions aren’t ideal and exactly conducive to air travel around Christmas time, but everyone wants to be home at this time of the year, and would go through any thing to make sure they do. All the delays and running from one gate to another, standing in queues and sitting on floors seems so trivial when you compare it to where it takes you-Home.
I’d love to be in this inferno of Santa and Snow year after year ;)
Whoever said that traveling is always fun, enlightening and brimming with heart-warming experiences clearly didn’t travel in Europe during Christmas break. The world becomes a different place altogether during this inferno of Santa and Snow. It’s not that Narnia of magic and smooth transitions but a vortex of delays, missed flights and flight diversions.
So, having finished my final submissions for the semester and having bid happy holidays to all my friends in Madrid I set off for Barajas Airport in Madrid amidst fresh snowfall. Of course, at that time my naïveté, had me thinking of how beautiful everything looked and not of impending delays.
So even when I saw serpentine queues at the KLM check in counter at the airport and the sign “Delayed” flash next to my flight to Amsterdam, I still thought everything would come around. But after having stood in the queue for more an hour, my enthusiasm started to dwindle akin to the effects of Prozac on a patient ,and I didn’t feel so optimistic anymore. I grabbed a croissant and started the mile long walk towards the boarding gate-what surprised me was that even though the flight status said delayed and the check-in lady affirmed to bad weather conditions, why were we still required to board.
I was one of the last few people to enter the aircraft-and how I hate this, on two counts. Firstly, I never get space for my carry on baggage if I enter late. Secondly, since people have nothing better to do like read, sleep etc, they all stare at the late arrival like he/she is an actor in a low budget drama. Thousand staring eyes spells unnerved me like no other. But even though this logic had me anticipating the worst I was able to rest my bags comfortably in a semi-empty overhead compartment with the help of a generous gentleman and I don’t particularly remember anyone’s piercing gaze.
Then long wait in the aircraft began-the snow had to be cleared, the weather had to ameliorate, and the planets had to align. When did that happen, I don’t exactly remember, because I was fast asleep.
Amsterdam.
The aircraft circles the snow covered land mass, which contrasts sharply with the blue of the seas. As the plane lands in Amsterdam in the morning, I am craving a hot breakfast, which I finally have to take to- go from Burger King due to paucity of time. The boarding announcement for the flight to New Delhi flashes every five minutes, prompting me to walk faster and not indulge in duty-free shopping. I reach the boarding gates and have a sigh of relief only to wait there for another hour - squatting on the floor on my jacket.
New Delhi
Flight is an hour delayed ofcourse, and the immigration queue I end up in is crawling, I am not complaining though. I am home and loving it.
So the weather conditions aren’t ideal and exactly conducive to air travel around Christmas time, but everyone wants to be home at this time of the year, and would go through any thing to make sure they do. All the delays and running from one gate to another, standing in queues and sitting on floors seems so trivial when you compare it to where it takes you-Home.
I’d love to be in this inferno of Santa and Snow year after year ;)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Year roundup
The impending economics final exam tomorrow has me probably in a thought frenzy making my verbosity come to life in this form, or has indeed rendered me foolish for instead of reading for tomorrow I am here, intending to write on matters of existential relevance and economic irrelevance. However, feeling Christmassy a tad, I want to spare you the clichéd thoughts running through my head about the alacrity of time and the onset of quarter life crisis.
So late, on this Monday night as temperatures crawl towards the sub zero range, ushering in a feeling of glee at the prospect of impending snow, I realise that the year is indeed about to come to an end. Well, silly me for having ignored that realization so far, but when you have intriguing papers on platform markets to devour, who cares about such trivialities right?
So, the customary favourites for 2009 have to be listed without further ado and here they are- The overrated-only-appreciated-by-me Award nominees
Song of the Year 2009
1.Who will save your soul-Jewel
2. If you could only see-Tonic
3. Lost-Coldplay
4. Lucky Man-The Verve
5.Cowboy Take me away-Dixie Chics
Book of the year 2009
1. Power of Now-Eckhart Tolle
2. The Secret- Rhonda Byrne
3. Many Lives Many masters- Dr. Brian Weiss
4. A New Earth-Eckhart Tolle
5. Eat, pray, Love- Elizabeth Gilbert
City of the Year 2009
1. Mumbai, India
2. Madrid, Spain
3. San Sebastian, Spain
4. New Delhi, India
5. Guangzhou, China
Movie of the Year 2009
1. Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons
2. Garden State
3. Sweet November
4. Lock Stock and Two Smoking barrels
5. Rock and Rolla
Event of the year 2009
1. Cooking Chicken Tikka Masala
2. Watching the first snowfall of my life
3. Learning SPSS
4. Cycling through San Sebastian
5. Watching Real at Santiago Bernabeu
Winners to be declared soon..although this is a purely discretionary award, votes are welcome :)
So late, on this Monday night as temperatures crawl towards the sub zero range, ushering in a feeling of glee at the prospect of impending snow, I realise that the year is indeed about to come to an end. Well, silly me for having ignored that realization so far, but when you have intriguing papers on platform markets to devour, who cares about such trivialities right?
So, the customary favourites for 2009 have to be listed without further ado and here they are- The overrated-only-appreciated-by-me Award nominees
Song of the Year 2009
1.Who will save your soul-Jewel
2. If you could only see-Tonic
3. Lost-Coldplay
4. Lucky Man-The Verve
5.Cowboy Take me away-Dixie Chics
Book of the year 2009
1. Power of Now-Eckhart Tolle
2. The Secret- Rhonda Byrne
3. Many Lives Many masters- Dr. Brian Weiss
4. A New Earth-Eckhart Tolle
5. Eat, pray, Love- Elizabeth Gilbert
City of the Year 2009
1. Mumbai, India
2. Madrid, Spain
3. San Sebastian, Spain
4. New Delhi, India
5. Guangzhou, China
Movie of the Year 2009
1. Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons
2. Garden State
3. Sweet November
4. Lock Stock and Two Smoking barrels
5. Rock and Rolla
Event of the year 2009
1. Cooking Chicken Tikka Masala
2. Watching the first snowfall of my life
3. Learning SPSS
4. Cycling through San Sebastian
5. Watching Real at Santiago Bernabeu
Winners to be declared soon..although this is a purely discretionary award, votes are welcome :)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Scribbled on Page 179 of Milgrom ROberts-Chapter on Moral Hazards and Performance Incentives
A cold winter morn,
full of eager yearn,
foggy from yesterday,
tumbles through the grey.
brrrr.
Back to Business.
full of eager yearn,
foggy from yesterday,
tumbles through the grey.
brrrr.
Back to Business.
Friday, November 20, 2009
10 Things I've learnt in Madrid ( which I have taken upon myself to pass on to the world)
1. Do not put a baguette in a bag full of other groceries. This would cause the said baguette to split into two and fall on the ground mid-way between the grocery store and your apartment.
-First Occurrence: Day 2 of stay
-Frequency of baguette drops till date: 3
2. Do not leave the house with promises of returning early. This almost never happens.
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of broken promises till date: 3456
3. Ask for directions and prepared to be surprised. Every time. For the uninitiated, the warmth with which the Spanish people direct you to your destination is just short of a hug.:)
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of being directed by happy passersby till date: 50
4.Do not say no to Sangria. That's Sacrilege.( Not for cultural reasons , but you'd be a fool not to have it)
-First Occurrence: Day 7 of stay
-Frequency of saying no to sangria till date: 3
5. Do not venture out to look for a Ferreteria ( Hardware Store) on a Saturday afternoon at 2 pm. You'd find it but it would be shut. (The same can be generalised for other small specialised stores)
-First Occurence: Month 2 of Stay
-Frequency of failed ferreteria searches till date: 1
6.Jaywalking works.
-First occurrence (involuntary): Day 3 of stay
-Frequency of jaywalking incidents till date: 500
7. Tapas is not Dinner and will never be. Do not confuse Tapas with a full meal. It isn't. I've learnt the hard way, so I suggest plan a meal before or after Tapas in order to satiate those hunger pangs.
-First occurrence: Week 1 of stay
-Frequency of feeling hungry after tapas outings till date: 10
8. Talking to taxi drivers is fun. Particularly in your limited Spanish.
-First occurrence: Hour 1 of Stay
-Frequency of fun conversations till date: 12
9. The sun never sets in Madrid. Not so much literally, but the parties start at 2 am and end at 7 am or even later..(unfortunately I haven't been around to usher in the end of the dancing). Dinner starts at 10 pm. You have 24 hours for everything, except sleeping.
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of stay
-Frequency of late days till date: 70
10. Dogs are everywhere. In streets, in shops, in restaurants. For someone who is petrified of dogs ( although I must admit my neighbors dog Laila has begun to grow on me)that is NOT good news.
-First occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of encounters till date: 88
-First Occurrence: Day 2 of stay
-Frequency of baguette drops till date: 3
2. Do not leave the house with promises of returning early. This almost never happens.
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of broken promises till date: 3456
3. Ask for directions and prepared to be surprised. Every time. For the uninitiated, the warmth with which the Spanish people direct you to your destination is just short of a hug.:)
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of being directed by happy passersby till date: 50
4.Do not say no to Sangria. That's Sacrilege.( Not for cultural reasons , but you'd be a fool not to have it)
-First Occurrence: Day 7 of stay
-Frequency of saying no to sangria till date: 3
5. Do not venture out to look for a Ferreteria ( Hardware Store) on a Saturday afternoon at 2 pm. You'd find it but it would be shut. (The same can be generalised for other small specialised stores)
-First Occurence: Month 2 of Stay
-Frequency of failed ferreteria searches till date: 1
6.Jaywalking works.
-First occurrence (involuntary): Day 3 of stay
-Frequency of jaywalking incidents till date: 500
7. Tapas is not Dinner and will never be. Do not confuse Tapas with a full meal. It isn't. I've learnt the hard way, so I suggest plan a meal before or after Tapas in order to satiate those hunger pangs.
-First occurrence: Week 1 of stay
-Frequency of feeling hungry after tapas outings till date: 10
8. Talking to taxi drivers is fun. Particularly in your limited Spanish.
-First occurrence: Hour 1 of Stay
-Frequency of fun conversations till date: 12
9. The sun never sets in Madrid. Not so much literally, but the parties start at 2 am and end at 7 am or even later..(unfortunately I haven't been around to usher in the end of the dancing). Dinner starts at 10 pm. You have 24 hours for everything, except sleeping.
-First Occurrence: Day 1 of stay
-Frequency of late days till date: 70
10. Dogs are everywhere. In streets, in shops, in restaurants. For someone who is petrified of dogs ( although I must admit my neighbors dog Laila has begun to grow on me)that is NOT good news.
-First occurrence: Day 1 of Stay
-Frequency of encounters till date: 88
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Notes on Mortality
Commercial Pursuits seem to be in vain really. Mortality being imminent, why on earth do we need to go on and engage in these apparently officious and ostentatious activities that seem to do no-one any good really. Of course, I’m saying assuming everyone engages in commercial pursuits that have the sole objective of enhancing and aiding their hedonistic desires.
Do we need to live life in such a way that we make lives of other people better? Other people who are significantly worse off than we are, and there are a lot of those in this world. Or do we just go about our own lives, trying to achieve the best for us, monetarily, socially, emotionally, spiritually? Of course, if we are to become apostles of the school of thought that says “yes” to question number two, then the normal construct of the society and commerce is adhered to. However when I am inclined to swing to question number one, I feel, that if everyone had the same thought, there would be a total breakdown of the system and of course, that would be really really bad. So I guess, being pragmatic is not ideal if I want to live in the affirmative with respect to question number one.
Having rambled on so far, the lessons to be learnt from the imminent mortality briefly mentioned above, should certainly be highlighted now. The years given to us are finite, but rather than count the number of moments that life gives to us, we need to look at the number of moments we give life to. Hell, do what we must-commerce, charity, travel, …name it. But do it right.
This was so not what I intended to get to when I started writing, but writing is like traveling into the unknown. You know where you start, but you never known where you end. -Amen
Do we need to live life in such a way that we make lives of other people better? Other people who are significantly worse off than we are, and there are a lot of those in this world. Or do we just go about our own lives, trying to achieve the best for us, monetarily, socially, emotionally, spiritually? Of course, if we are to become apostles of the school of thought that says “yes” to question number two, then the normal construct of the society and commerce is adhered to. However when I am inclined to swing to question number one, I feel, that if everyone had the same thought, there would be a total breakdown of the system and of course, that would be really really bad. So I guess, being pragmatic is not ideal if I want to live in the affirmative with respect to question number one.
Having rambled on so far, the lessons to be learnt from the imminent mortality briefly mentioned above, should certainly be highlighted now. The years given to us are finite, but rather than count the number of moments that life gives to us, we need to look at the number of moments we give life to. Hell, do what we must-commerce, charity, travel, …name it. But do it right.
This was so not what I intended to get to when I started writing, but writing is like traveling into the unknown. You know where you start, but you never known where you end. -Amen
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