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Quote: "As long as you’re happy, I’m happy."

How can he, at the expense of his own happiness, expect joy from her happiness? It ain’t something that happens through osmosis…

Some find it amusing. Others: Annoying. Necessary. Memorable. No matter. Can time be captured by the lenses of a camera, and then, with a flash, be framed within the corners of negatives that are perishable under heat exposure? Many have attempted to immortalize detailed thought and experience via a variety of means ranging from journal records to doctrinal teachings. The latest? Blogs. (Mind you, readers, that I’m not trying to extend my contribution to the millions of existing entries on blogging rights and freedom.) What are we really trying to say through all this? Time will pass, and perhaps, like one of those personal journals of a disturbed Atlantian who has an abandoned asylum as a home, all records will eventually be gone eternally along with the memory of us, and whatever brain farts we may have about anything (who knows what secrets they might hold… STOP DREAMING).

Noting where we are in this modern age driven by madness none other than rush, the amount of knowledge we possess easily surpasses humanity’s history, development, and past knowledge put together. Yet what have we learned? What has come of it? Shouldn’t we be leading healthier, more comfortable, and more enriching lives? Shouldn’t we have achieved the ever so illusive perfection that we’ve been striving towards since eons ago? Shouldn’t we be sitting at the fireplace in our favorite arm-chair with our legs kicked up, sipping the best brewed coffee in the world (and possibly, universe), reading our favorite novel while not having to worry about what kind of world our grandkids would have to face? Yet, here we are…

The earth’s resources are being exploited to the point of exhaustion. Financial maintenance for what remains is mind boggling, not to mention the delays in producing more affordable environment-friendly transportation means. Plus, it’s not like we’re actually sharing. In fact, we’re fighting over the scraps of what can be found… That is if there’s anything at all to be found. Besides, we want results, FAST. Little did we know that the short-term conveniences and pleasures technology gives us is also the very thing that speeds up the process leading to our doom. And this is just within the context of the present generation of consumers. Those before us have already raised the alarm; yet, it is ignored. I wonder… What kind of future are we actually preparing for our grandchildren?

Unfortunate and apparent as it is, we’ve not learned a thing from the masses of ancestral knowledge, much less from the scars the earth has left behind… Even time has swept away our once beautiful earth’s journal entries. What is worse, we’re the ones that have been recording it since the beginning of mankind. If all was futile to begin with, with the clock ticking twice as fast, why do we still bother to pen down things that will not even matter in time to come? While the power of living is in the present, time past is the future trapped in the present. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again.

So pen away while you can… About everything that means to you now, if it pleases you. Cynical as this may be, take no offence: You’re dead anyway.

Pathetic… And on the lighter side, my dad wants to be a grandfather. "God, give me strength."