preparation

my life is my career, i said. there's no bigger office than me. they say luck is 99% of preparation and 1% of opportunity. well i'm preparing now. my every second is my preparation. for that split second of opportunity. it just hit me. right between the eyes. there's not a singel second wasted in my life. at least that's what i'm hoping for. every second i spent i'm building my career. preparing myself. so when there's an opportunity in town, i will arrange a meeting, i will bring my 99%, and together we'll create luck.

three puny entities

they say there is a time for every purpose under heaven. when is my time? is this my time? do i own this moment? seems that the time owns me. i am trapped in this time. i have to go along as planned. i have to follow as scheduled. i am being absorbed into series of actions where i am being played as a part of the whole process. a singel gear in the ticking clock. who am i to claim a moment as mine? when you are floating on a raft. you go along the current. there is the current. the raft. and you. three puny entities moving along unconsciously in the silent of the universe.

no peace

i'm tired actually. sitting here trying to make peace with myself, in a war no one knows the end. bit by bit, we are drifting apart. a man is made by his vision and how he wins it. they say there is no future but now because you're living it now. your every action is exactly the future happening right now. if you want to be a millionaire, live it now. breathe like one. think like one. my time is now. i will not wait for it to happen. i will make it happen, right now. that is why i'm so tired. if my future is exactly what i'm having right now. i should be having a peaceful time with myself. i guess there is no such thing in the future.

the fulfillment

what kind a person keeps on visualizing a success that never is? they say it's the law of attraction; if one focuses one's vision on one's hope, it will attract the course of the universe to the fulfillment of such hope. if this is true, we'd be living in pure chaos. i don't have anything against hope, the act of hoping. i do it all the time. but i have to be realistic also. i don't allow my hope gets in the way with my reality. you can say that i live them one at a time. but this cause me even a greater fall. there's the dreaming dude and the working ass. the two just don't get along nicely. so i thought, what a lot of crap. let's just be real and accept what is real. just like the moustache said. amor fati.

now

well i guess i'm trapped now. in this black hole where there is no more movement, while time lingers on and the rest of the world out there passes by seconds by minutes by hours by days. if i have to perceive life as series of events which emanate from the collision between space and time, this certain repetitive event would not be considered as such. though consuming it may be, it still escapes life as i understands it should be. it's like the story of the cave, where peoples were trapped inside, took their times along, no movement. suddenly one day, they came out, and 100 years have passed them. i'd say i'm being robbed. they are ripping my times off. there are no series of events here. there is only one event. and it has been going on and on and on, days after days. taking me no where. taking me no when. the repetitive now.

the possibility

possibility lies in the realm of reality. possibility is the fruit of reality. what is real emanates what is possible. reality contains possibility. things which are not real do not have any possibility within them, except for their possibility for being real. they do not have the potential to produce possibility except for the potential to be real. one make something real first in order to reap the potential of its possibility. to change. to be something else. to continue. to evolve. sometimes we are just to dumb to realize that one must first make real of one's mind. then create the possibility of what was in mind. what was not real. not the other way round. possibility is based on reality. sits on the ground of the real. the potential of which is actually made possible by the first agency. reality.