Threes

In our last moments, our lives flashes before our eyes.

There is this, and there is that.

And somewhere else, another story begins to be written…

Photos by Carissa Snedeker

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Fit to Write

I was that getting into a big mess usually kid back then, broke my head several times the most than the rest of my body parts, had surgeries for my eyes, mouth, jaws and what not. Still alive and going. I don’t have a story to say (yet), so save this space for one day it will be filled with something mind-blowing hopefully. Till then, lamest post ever!

Press, Endure, Survive

Instead of three blog posts which I liked, I’d just want to point out to one by a friend of mine Joogz. I met this panda sized guy some months ago and we became quick friends because of (a lot) common interests. He is a graphic artist.

Well technically just knowing each other for some months, being and each others’ places and being aware of the general shit we do, when I read this post of his last week I was completely taken aback. I couldn’t imagine such a tragic sad story behind the face of such a hilarious funny often annoying guy. I admit we all have problems, some of us worse, personally I too didn’t have a great childhood not having much cherished memories (and I’m even a declared borderline sociopath now on the verge of insanity!) but I’ll keep my worthless story for some other time.

This got me into thinking there is always worse on this planet then we can care to think about, even close around us without being much aware. No, I’m not going to give a pep talk on how thankful you should be for what you have, nor suggesting you to go and shower praise or empathy for him or someone like him. It’s just the three words I mentioned in the title, nothing else.

Go read that post. It might give you some courage if you are in the need of some. And he does great artwork and music blogging too, so you might want to follow him.

Fantasies, when the truth isn’t good enough.

The Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny or Santa Claus: a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?

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Sometimes… the truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.

– Batman (The Dark Knight)

Reading the above question, this is what which struck my mind immediately. Now personally I don’t care about these fantasies, since speaking for myself, I always knew they were nothing more than stories (besides I don’t much care for festivals for that matter). But when I say that I didn’t care about them, what I really meant is it didn’t matter to me whether they were true or not, as so-called-grown-ups we are aware, but what about a child who isn’t capable of thinking this?

ImageIf you ask me, I feel they are just plain stupid. Not the fantasies and fiction themselves, of course I too love them like most other people, I was the kid who grew up reading/watching Batman and playing Pokémon, both of which after decades I still do, but the main point is, since the start I always knew they were stories. Okay not just stories, in some cases legends, but will come to that later. The point is, why bring up this myth vs. reality right since childhood? Aren’t parents capable enough to up-bring their children in the ‘right’ way? (among many other things that is)

That’s all I have to say. And coming to legends as I said before, do have a look at this. These are the stories having an (positive more importantly) in our lives.