A thing about clowns

I think we can learn something from clowns: For them, their ego is less important than the happiness of other people. And here we are, as people immersed in mediocrity believing that we are greater than the greater good itself worrying about how we can control, manipulate and change everything else.

Quote

I read this quote somewhere, and it pretty much sums up my belief that people grow every minute of every day...

"No man ever steps in the same river twice. For it's not the same river, and he's not the same man."

Peace and Love,

Tarun

Run away again

I wrote this a little while ago. Remember, I like comments/suggestions!

Now who knows me like you do?

and who would want to?

Do I only have to wonder?

or will you show me bliss?

I put myself on the line again

But don’t we love to lose ourselves?

So I look for love

at the bottom of this empty hole

I look up to find ceaseless skies

But they don’t look like they keep to themselves

So I find that I lost them

at the end of my time

Now who knows me like you do?

and who would want to?

Do I even want to know?

or will I learn when it ends?

I heard “love thyself 'fore you love them”

but who can contest to that?

for the lovers only find solace

In the arms of their soul mates

I keep falling for the rest

but I can’t even stand for myself

So wouldn’t I rather run away

to the end of my time?

An important thing

I finished reading "No Country for Old Men" a little while ago, but one of the quotes has stuck with me still. It's strange how it comes to my mind almost randomly and subconsciously. I think its worth remembering, and reminding ourselves over and over, because so many of us are prone to making that mistake every day:

It goes something like this, and I'm paraphrasing: "You have a small problem. You don't solve it, and it aint such a small problem anymore".

Hopefully this is something I can learn and incorporate in my everyday life, and I hope you all will, too.
Peace and Love!

You really are

I like you. I like you because you are content. You don’t have a craving for knowledge. You don’t believe you need to know everything, you don’t ask much, and you don’t ask for much. You can smile even through the pain you see, because you know that’s the point of living. You live to become better every day, and you get motivated by quotes. 

You are accepting, you don’t like challenges but take them up anyway. You respond to calls, you always want to talk. You need people in your life. You get lost often. You need directions. You aren’t perfect, and you know it. And every day, is a day to get closer to perfect, and you know that too. 

You have perhaps too much faith in the higher power, but you have faith nonetheless. You take chances. You give second chances. You make awkward situations seem perfect, and when everything is going right, you say something awkward just to be funny. You care too much, you cry when you have to let go.

You really are all that anyone needs.

That for which I have no answer

So I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life. I don’t wanna be one of those people who end up with nothing to live for and a mid-life crisis that brings with it millions of dollars in debt. That thought scares me. The thing is, I haven’t found what I really want to do. I like to do a lot of different things, and I don’t have enough presence of mind to realize that Im wasting time. Maybe I should work on that. What I did realize though, is that I want to work with the final consumer. Not sit in front of a computer all day and edit 65,536 rows of data.

On the same note: I’ve been working a lot on this in-house application and trying to make it better and blah blah for this financial firm. Halfway through the day, I stop and wonder why I’m doing this: I have no answer. How does it matter if a button is 3 pixels away from the other button or 5? I have no answer. Then I remembered a newsletter sent out by Paulo Coelho. The theme of the newsletter was what the society considers to be okay.

Oh well.

Oh scammer, this might be what you call an overreaction.

But its my overreaction...

Someone decided to respond to my craigslist posting with a scam email saying how they are from Florida and how his friend works in American airlines, so he wants me to mail it outside the country. Umm yeah, didnt make sense to me either.

so I in turn, and very carefully crafted an email that said

"go f*ck yourself."

But now I feel horrible for being so mean, for people with such inconsideration for others should be treated just as some other relatively less mentally challenged people are treated (for surely no-one could be stupid-er to be wasting such brilliance on scams), so I wrote him a poem. ah well, this was inspiring and i couldn't resist it.

Someone woke up today and thought
lets see how many people i can scam
who work hard for a day for hard work's pay
and keep as many things as i can

He'll sell some off and make a few
and buy some other things to decorate
what he calls home, he'll even buy a new phone
and buy more things from which he cannot seperate

For a few days he'll sleep in peace
he'll say its his intelligence
what others might say is just his luck for the day
but one day he will complete his sentence
and keep only what the mind can create

So dimly his brain would work,
people, im sure, never would've thought
The same dimwits he think he scammed
wrote him a nice little poem, wishing he would rot

But best of luck to you sir,
For I wouldn’t wish on anybody such wrath,
that they might waste such aptitude
on foolish chases like yours

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Well,

Peace and Love (and good luck to you all, bloody scammers)
Tarun Betala