The Radio Theory

Windfalls please us more than our accomplishments. Take the simple example of the radio. If a song you love is playing, it makes your day. Yet, in this age, we could be listening to whatever we want with the massive cloud system we carry with us on our phones, if we'd care to search for them. A song accidentally playing on the radio though,  puts us on Cloud 9. What a lazy generation we are! 

Remorse

I don’t remember a day without a conflict inside

The long debates between breaking the rules and the choice to abide

The results have always varied and I’ve been neither good nor bad

Always guilty though, of choosing whatever makes me glad

To think deeper, it seems the results have varied with age

From foolish ideals to egotistic rage

I thought I’d be wiser now, making saner choices

That with experience, I’d heed the right voices

To look at my present, I’d have thought I was right

But with my perspective, everything looks different in hindsight

What would I be, I ask, without the choices I made

Just another cherishing his memories, while his dreams slowly fade

As summer gets washed away in the torrents of this monsoon

An old man stares at me, eyes glazed with a pall of gloom

The leaves rustle in the wind and his attention is drawn

I think he is reminiscing, all that is gone

‘I know I won’t end up like him,’ I promise my youth

There will be no remorse and the promise of tomorrow, will always be good

The rain comes pouring down as I turn my attention to the numbers on my screen

And I’m an old man, reminiscing those long walks in the rain, that once had been.

Hold the strength to accept the unwanted answers to your awkward questions and you will hear no lies.

I did not have many needs
But in time, was taught to want more
To look at another’s with greed
And let jealousy lead me to what lies beyond my shore

Their teachings seemed absurd at first
And I looked at them, strangely intrigued
As they ran hard to quench their thirst
Getting thirstier as they picked up speed

Many passed me by
As I trudged on at my own pace
They looked down upon me for a while
Before being sucked back into their race

Untended, I left my sails
And I let myself drift
Travelling along an uncharted trail
Travelling as the winds saw fit

Yet, somehow, the winds have conspired
To bring me on the beaten track
To journey where all travelers are tired
But I’m still as directionless, as I was way back

They still tell me every day
That I must find intent
To wizen up to their ways
But I’m an adamant fool, stupidly content

I remember, not long ago
I was in a race with time
I lost then though
Couldn’t make it from nine to five

They tell me I’m in it once more
But they can’t fool me and I wish they’d learn
For their world is as absurd to me now as was before
And I couldn’t care less for what they think they earn

I may seem to have learned to enjoy
What now, in their world is mine
But I’m sure not even they believe my joys
For I’m really just biding my time

The winds of change will inevitably sweep in
Perhaps to drown me in a sea of words
So I let myself be carried on their whims
Even if it means immersing further in this world

I did not have many needs
But in time, was taught to want more
To look at another’s with greed
And let jealousy lead me to what lies beyond my shore

Their teachings seemed absurd at first
And I looked at them, strangely intrigued
As they ran hard to quench their thirst
Getting thirstier as they picked up speed

Many passed me by
As I trudged on at my own pace
They looked down upon me for a while
Before being sucked back into their race

Untended, I left my sails
And I let myself drift
Travelling along an uncharted trail
Travelling as the winds saw fit

Yet, somehow, the winds have conspired
To bring me on the beaten track
To journey where all travelers are tired
But I’m still as directionless, as I was way back

They still tell me every day
That I must find intent
To wizen up to their ways
But I’m an adamant fool, stupidly content

I remember, not long ago
I was in a race with time
I lost then though
Couldn’t make it from nine to five

They tell me I’m in it once more
But they can’t fool me and I wish they’d learn
For their world is as absurd to me now as was before
And I couldn’t care less for what they think they earn

I may seem to have learned to enjoy
What now, in their world is mine
But I’m sure not even they believe my joys
For I’m really just biding my time

The winds of change will inevitably sweep in
Perhaps to drown me in a sea of words
So I let myself be carried on their whims
Even if it means immersing further in this world

The world melts and trickles away
Leaving but my thoughts behind,
I grow wiser with my eyes shut tight
To worldly wisdom, I choose to remain blind

The world melts and trickles away
Leaving but my thoughts behind,
I grow wiser with my eyes shut tight
To worldly wisdom, I choose to remain blind

The Money-Time Equilibrium

I'd like to reach a point when time(T) and money(M) are irrelevant.
As T α 1/M, this can only happen when T=0 or M=0 or T=∞ or M=∞.

I'd prefer M=∞ please.

In distance I tell myself, lies the test of my heart
And I tell myself everyday, we grow stronger when we stay apart
I can't help but laugh at the delusions, I sometimes have myself believe
When I tell myself that in togetherness lies my happiness, yet, all the while, in distance I find relief...

Random Insanity...or Accidental Genius?

Perhaps the discovery was an accident but then again, as Oogway said, perhaps there are no accidents. In light of what has transpired since, it seems more likely that being in the right place at the right time wasn’t an accident either. Then again, as more time lapses, it begs the question if it indeed was the right place and the right time at all. Thoughts that the mind has been lost keep cropping up over and over again. Then again, to think as lucidly and be able to analyse all the mindboggling events with a clear head cannot be coupled with insanity…but hasn’t genius always been fraught with insanity? Perhaps all the logic being sought is simply to justify the lack of insanity or as has been made evident, to justify one’s own existence in whatever way tangible. Is there really as much genius though? Perhaps discovering them might suggest a fraction of genius but then again, it could all just have been an accident…or maybe not, if Oogway is right. And they say Oogway was right. Wiser than us all.