Just some random thoughts

- Wanna know your worst enemy? Just take a look at yourself. No one could ever harm you more than yourself, specially when you aren't fully aware of your limitations and weaknesses.

- I think most people decide to compete with others because that's way easier than trying to compete with oneself. I find that the happiest of all, though, are those who just won't even care about competing at all.

- No one who won't believe in himself can expect anyone else to ever believe him.

Ever there's never

They say "never say never", but...
How many things can you count, in your life, that you've simply never done?
How many things can you remember, that you wish you never did?
and...
About how many things are you possitive about the fact that you'd like to never have to do them?

How many times have you watched, on a news show, a program about someone in such bad a situation that makes you just think "I wish I'd never have to come across anything like that"?

So... To never or not to never?
or is this the kind of question that we're never gonna ask, like so many others?

Be what it be, I'll always know that this is one of those things I'll never be sure enough about. If you ever ask me about this, I warrantee you...
I'll never answer.

The meaning of life

How many times does someone have to be standing right in front of the most obvious truth before getting to know that there's no point in a further scrutiny, that the truth is right there?
So... Why do so many people ask about "the meaning of life", when it's so easy to see that it's a nonsense to be asking about that, because... Life has no meaning at all, it just is.
So, by having no generic meaning... It's easy to see that the meaning of your individual, personal life, is just what you want it to be, not anything more, not anything less.

Gentleman: start your living

Hour zero. Bright lights. Joy cries. Women in white dresses.
who am I?
Why is everybody around me?
What do they want from me?
why am I crying?

Gifts, new clothes (quite handy, I must say, as I see I had none), smiles a galore racing through my still blurry sight... This must be something big. Wait, no... I must be something big, hey, after all, I only remember being here for the last few minutes and this... party?... just seems to be growing right around me.
This is surely going to be great!

......................
Some days later

My mom carries me everywhere. No matter where I go, everybody looks at me, smiling, waving their hands, sutpidly talking things like "hullo ye lil cuttie thingie", but hey, they like me, everybody likes me, even those lots of peasants which I've never seen before like me instantly! Why is that? I don't know... but... Ain't that great?

......................

About 20 years later...
Woa. Time goes by so swiftly... I'm getting my first job! Isn't it great?
Well, quite not a hundred percent great, I shall say... The pay is not good but for saving a few bucks a month, maybe in a whole year I'll be able to by a bicycle, but well, that'd be diggin' so too far into the future, wouldn't it?
As for what I do... I'm a junior salesman, I sell high end electronic stuff, like huge plasma TVs and the like... Boss is always in a very bad mood and shouts things like "Keep selling like this and you'll be cleaning my boots with your pathetic tongues!".
One day I outsold even the most experienced ones, boss just looked at the figures and said "hmmm..." while looking at me like thinking "Could this piece of shit get this done?". Well, gonna take that as a compliment.
I'm employee number 12132, out of 120000 total employess this corporation has. Everywhere I go, they seem to look at me like... Hmm... Like I wasn't there, in fact, they don't look at me at all. I'm just another human body running across those large hallways, another one who goes up and down the stairs, another one of the big mass rushing to take the elevator when the daily shift ends, another one... Just another one for everyone, for everyone except those who are close to me, but, as for everyone else, I'm nothing more than another one moving along with the crowd, and yet more of a bother when the crowd gets so dense that no one can move except in the directon that the unconscious human drift plots, an invisible highway to somewhere that is nowhere near to wherever whomever wants to go, and so, everybody around is nothing but an obstacle getting right in the middle of their own individual paths.