Destiny @ MindSay

I found interest in The Power of Numbers recently.  Attended the class and had a amazing experience playing with the numbers. 

 

This course was taught by Dr. Oliver Tan from Malaysia who is a PhD in Metaphysics.  From his research he has successfully convert what is known as pseudo Science into exact Science.  He had a research pool of more than 300,000 candidates and his thesis was on this very topic.  He was awarded the PhD title by a University in New York.

 

The amazing thing I've learn from this course was that we can get to know about a person by just knowing his/her birthdate even before we meet face to face.  The accuracy is 90%.  Is this fortune telling?  No!  I don't think so!  In this fast moving world, I would see this as a means to save our precious resources - Time.  Socializing is good, but if we need to spend 1 hour on each person just to get to know whether he/she fits a certain profile to do certain "jobs"...  That will require us to take a lot of time just to find the right person for the right "job".

 

Personally, I call this as Character Profiling.

I've had this song on repeat for hours. "colourblind" By the couting crows. I love the story that the lyrics tell. A person can pretend to be what everyone else wants them to be, what they're expected to be. But letting go, forgetting them, and being ready to reveal who you truly are, not being afraid anymore. I think it's a beautiful thing.  

 

I think alot of us try to be what others want us to be. If we're different then that's not acceptable. The truth is; anything we're not..is the thing we're taught to fear. We only get one life, we have to live it, we create our own destiny.

    This particular weave of fate is inconceivably hard to trace. Sometimes I try to connect the dots -- I used to be able to do that, like laying down in the grass and pointing out the opaque trail of shooting stars or connecting the imaginary lines of constellations. It used to be simple. Not too long ago I thought we only make the small choices, like when to floss our teeth, when to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, or when to feed your pet. Everything changed though -- I try to breathe in meaning but all that fills my lungs is cold, arid, dusty air. Nihilism used to be so useless to me but now I question everything single thing. Meant-to-be transformed into fucked up carnal choice.

    Or is choice granted to us by that unknown cosmic force? Psychological and spiritual conditioning? Humans rape and kill because they.. simply want to? Reaping the effects of a past life? Lately, I've been thinking we're just animals. Scared, alone, hedonistic -- simply a byproduct of a scientific mistake and evolution. Questioning faith would be normal after everything (I hate using that term, but the world rape makes me physically ill); let's hope the faith I have kept for the past years is able to come back to me with certainty.
   

Meaning is difficult to find for some people, I suppose. I've always hoped for a better future -- not necessarily for myself, but for the ones I know and care deeply for. Empathy has always been one of my strong points, though the negative consequences associated with this characteristic are unfortunately beginning to show. I care too much about my friends, family, strangers, even enemies. Even the ones I hate the most I still find some kind of pity to spare on them. A negative trait, perhaps, but it leaves me hoping for the best.


Your best interest? I have hope for you that you will keep your love for this world.

Even though it beats you down every day for the rest of your stay here.

Think of our lives as a ship at sea...all of our daily comings and goings take place on this ship...every encounter, every thought, word or feeling, every response, every action and reaction...our marriage, our intimate moments, our fears, our pain, our prayers, our dreams, our secret desires, our cries to God...they all take place on the ship, our ship of life...but the ship is just that, a vehicle constructed of circumstance...and although the circumstances are most often captivating, somehow the whole of us goes lacking..and somewhere deep inside, because unfulfilled longing has a tendency to overwhelm, we sense a soft wind blowing us toward a harbor, a cove, for our private souls sake... and without forethought or reason, other than we want the whole of us to live, we lower the sail and we head into the wind...

 

We're not going to get out alive, so live, dammit, live!! 

 

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